Page 33 of The Mafia's Desire

Thomas did but still stayed back.

“Tell me,” Ethan said. He rarely saw his friend show emotions like he was now.

“It’s either you or your assistant.”

Ethan’s brows spiked. “Me? What the fuck did I do?”

“Well, normally, I would say this is none of my business, but you’re not only my employer, you’re my friend and have been most of our lives. The woman you have in your room.…”

Ethan nodded. “Yes. My Sara.”

“Dude, you’ve left her alone in the room for five days. Did you think she would keep putting up with that?”

“She knows I’m getting work done and that I was behind.”

“Have you actually talked to her face to face?”

“No. She’s always asleep when I get up there and still asleep when I leave in the morning.”

“How about a call to ask how she’s doing?”

Ethan scowled.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Where is this going?” Ethan asked.

“I just saw her in the hallway on the monitors. She was coming to see you, but Brenda prevented her and told her you don’t like your whores to come to the office.”

Ethan jerked to stand, pushing his chair behind him and hitting the wall with force, but he didn’t notice. “She did what?”

“She told your Sara to leave. Brenda doesn’t know you have Sara living with you?”

Ethan looked away, trying to think if he’d told her. “No, I can’t remember telling her. But it’s none of her fucking business. What happened then?”

Thomas grinned. “Brenda turned pale, and I could practically see her body tense with fear, knowing she insulted your woman.”

“Get her fucking ass in here.”

“Do you want me to stay in the room?”

“Yes. One, because you’re going to keep me from killing her, and you’ll get the chance to throw her out,” Ethan said.

“Sweet,” Thomas said. “I’ve hated the bitch the whole time she worked for you.” He tilted his head to the side. “Ethan, I know that look. You can’t kill your assistant.”

Ethan wiped a hand down his face. “Fuck. I know. It pisses me off that I can’t put my hands around her throat and watch the life seep out of her.”

“That’s a nice visual, but it can’t go any further than that.”

“Fuck, I know. Go get her.”

Ethan watched him go and took several deep breaths to calm down. He knew he was close to the edge and was liable to pull out a gun and shoot her. Thoughts of what Sara must be thinking were filling his head when Thomas returned with his hand around Brenda’s upper arm, practically dragging her.

He enjoyed seeing the fear in her eyes. Thomas let her go, closed the door, and stood in front of it with his arms crossed over his chest.

Ethan looked at Brenda for a long time, making her squirm. “I’d like you to tell me what happened in the hallway?”

“I don’t know…”

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