Page 85 of Captivated By Danger

“Where are you headed?” I asked as I stepped on the elevator.

“Off to get Greysen some less than appealing workout clothes to appease your macho attitude.”

“Thank you. So appreciative of your time, the time that I pay you for.”

I scanned my card and pressed my floor. Mona been my assistant for a long time. She knew me just as well as my family did and was one of the very few female friends that I had. She was small, but she was like a Pitbull in a pair of pants. Everybody who met her knew that her bite was bigger than her bark. When the doors opened, Rozay was leaning against the wall waiting for me.

“Your computer is set up for a virtual meeting with Dymon.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“Nope. Later.”

Rozay was basically Mona’s assistant. She told me that having to be my personal and work assistant was taking a toll on her, so she forced me to either let her hire someone or fire her. I couldn’t fire her, so I let her bring on Rozay. He’s been with us for a while and the investment has been worth it.

Sitting at my computer, my screen was on and waiting for me to enter the virtual room. As soon as I pressed the button, Dymon appeared on the screen sitting next to Quinci. His face looked like he was about to explode.

“Good morning. What is that face for?”

“The email you sent me yesterday. What do you mean we might have to think about closing the hotel in Biloxi?”

“I was speaking with the production team and it’s not performing to our standards and I kind of crunched some numbers and figured that—”

“We are not closing it. Put me in a meeting with the production team, so I can see what needs to be done. I need to make a trip down there or something.

“Do I look like Quinci to you, nigga?”

Quinci cocked her head to the side. “Excuse you?” she laughed. “I’m going to go pump.” She stood and kissed his forehead and left.

He sat back in his seat. “So?”

“So, what?”

I knew he wanted to talk about, but I didn’t want to hear his fucking mouth. He was the type of mothafucka that would tell you he told you so, no matter the situation. I didn’t want him to be right about Citrus Grove women, at least not yet. My phone vibrated against the desk in the nick of time.

“Can’t talk right now. Gotta take this call.” I ended the video call before he could protest.

I answered the call. “Danger.”

“Go head,” the voice on the phone said.

“Mr. Hertz. One and only warning, leave Greysen alone. I can and will make things hard for you. Do I make myself clear?”

“You had to send your goon.”

“Make no mistake, Mr. Hertz, he’s not the goon. I am. Do not contact Greysen again.”

I ended the call.

One crucial thing I’d learned from my father was that you had to always keep somebody on your payroll who wasn’t afraid of getting their hands dirty and knew how to clean up after themselves. In my younger days, I wasn’t always selective with my dick, so there were a few boyfriends and husbands that I had to knock out and break a bone or two. After I was almost arrested one time, that’s when my dad told me what I needed to do. It’s what I been doing for this family for a while now.

My siblings would never know the shit I’ve done for them behind the scenes to keep them alive or out of jail. Like that time when Dymon was out in Los Angeles fucking around with a broad that had a child with the leader of a gang. It was almost curtains for my brother before I had to send a message to them—the leader specifically, informing him that I know people that know people that know some people that could make him have to start over at ground-zero with his gang. So, Dymon was off-limits, but I also told him to leave that bird alone. I’ve done the same type of shit for Denim and Declan. It was my job as the older sibling to protect them all from the known and unknown. I’d never apologize for that.

Normally, I’d tell my dad when I did some dumb shit like that, but he’d tell me that I was out of my mind for doing something like that for a girl that I didn’t plan on keeping around. That was beside the point, Greysen was mine for the time being and I would protect her from whatever I could protect her from. Plus, I’m sure she’d appreciate it because once I’m done with her and she’s back at home, it’ll keep him away from her, so she’d continue to heal.

My phone vibrated against the desk and‘MG’flashed on the screen. It would be impressive if Kyle got in contact with her that fast and the person was barely away from his office. I answered the phone and put it on speaker.

“Ms. Greysen.”

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