Page 21 of Beyond Rosy Irish Twilight

“Asher, I’d like you to meet some of the men in the industry. Clint, Joel, and Max. They’re all very dear friends of mine.”

“Banking?” I asked, shaking each of their hands.

“No,” one of them chuckled. “We play golf at the country club.”

I nodded in understanding. “I was never very good at golf. I could never get my swing just right.”

Clint, I thought it was, walked over and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “You just need a few lessons. Call me anytime. I’ll make sure you get the best instructor.”

“I appreciate that,” I said, even though taking golf lessons was the very last thing I wanted.

I glanced at Ambrose, who immediately shot a knowing look to the men. “If you’ll excuse us for a moment. We have some last minute wedding details to go over.”

The men nodded politely, not even sending some jabs my way for fun. They must have known Ambrose wasn’t to be messed with. Once they were out of the room, Ambrose’s smile turned deadly.

“You’d better have a reason for showing up at my club. Our business dealings are never to be brought here.”

“I’m actually here because of your daughter’s safety,” I bit out, trying not to lose my temper. “What kind of security will you have at the wedding?”

He waved his hand at me. “That’s already covered.”

“No offense, Ambrose, but your men disappeared during her detail while she was at the shop. I don’t have the most faith in them.”

He spun around and glared at me. “My men would never do such a thing. Jade wanted attention and she got it.”

“I talked to her,” I snapped.

His face turned cold and hard. “What happens with my daughter under my roof is my business. I told you, she disgraced the family.”

“I’m not talking about that,” I argued, though now I was more curious than ever. “I’m talking about the fact that she walked out of that shop and there were no guards in sight.”

“That’s preposterous.”

“Is it?” I challenged. “Tell me, how is it possible that someone shot at her, and then a car exploded beside her, yet no one was there to stop her from running?”

He didn’t have anything to say.

“And if a guard had been with her, he would have been injured in the explosion too, or at the very least, smell like smoke and have soot on him. So, tell me which is it? Was he there and just not doing his job, or was he not there at all?”

I could tell I was hitting a nerve with Ambrose, but he wouldn’t respect me if I wasn’t able to put two and two together. I needed him to know that I was observant and willing to call him out on the important things.

“And what are you proposing?”

“I want my men at the wedding also. With so many guests invited, we need to be sure we’re covered from all angles.”

“Your men are thugs. They hardly classify as anyone that can handle an event like this.”

I smirked at him. “Don’t worry, Ambrose. I’m not talking about overrunning the wedding with men. I have a select few I’d like to have around. Other than that, I’ll leave it in your capable hands. Oh, but I would like my men on the perimeter. They’ll be out of sight. No guests will see them or suspect they’re even there.”

He clenched his jaw hard, but nodded. “Agreed, but I want to meet these other men that you’ll have close by before the wedding. The last thing I need is any surprises on my daughter’s big day.”

His daughter’s big day. He said that like he actually gave a shit about her or what she thought about her wedding. Hell, she only had a week to prepare. I highly doubted he even cared about the wedding other than what it looked like to society. After all, he had appearances to keep up so his regular billionaire life didn’t coincide in any way with his illegal dealings.

“They’ll be here.” I turned to leave, but then stopped and grinned at him. “Oh, and nice touch, holding the wedding in a Catholic church. I’m sure you’re fooling everyone.”

He scowled at me, but said nothing as I turned to leave. Chase nodded to me as I approached the vehicle. He opened the back door, but kept his mouth shut until we were both inside.

“How’d it go?”

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