Page 14 of Craving Danger

Milo stops the G-Wagon, and when I get out, Renzo mutters playfully, “Is this the time to get here? I’ve been waiting for over ten minutes.”

I place my hand on the hood of the SUV, and feeling how hot the engine is, I mutter, “Bullshit. But kudos to you for managing to be on time for once.”

Renzo is known for being late, and usually, I’m the one who’s kept waiting.

Grinning at my friend, I ask, “Did you wet the bed?”

He lets out a chuckle. “No, my sister and her kids are in town. The little shits scream at the top of their lungs from morning to evening, so I had to escape the torture.”

“How is Valeria?” I ask as we walk toward the entrance of the warehouse.

“She’s good. Pregnant again.” He shakes his head. “She says it’s up to her to keep the family name going, seeing as I won’t even consider getting married.”

“Well, it takes a load off your shoulders.”

Renzo and I have been best friends since middle school, and we’re more like brothers than best friends.

I take in the shipment of arms Renzo brought in and let out a low whistle. “Christ. We’re going to be here the whole day.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he lets it out slowly before he says, “This shipment is important. Nothing can go wrong.”

We watch as the men pack the weapons into hollowed-out airconditioning units.

“We’ll get the trucks across the border,” I assure him.

Walking over to the weapons, I pick up an Uzi and inspect it.

“Good quality, right?” Renzo asks.

“Yeah. There’ll always be a market for this submachine gun.”

When my phone vibrates in my pocket, I put the weapon down on the pile and answer the call.

“Vitale speaking.”

“It’s Samantha, sir. Mr. Franks would like to make an appointment with you for Monday morning. I just wanted to check if it’s okay with you to schedule the meeting for eight o’clock.”

“That’s fine,” I mutter before hanging up.

Renzo raises an eyebrow at me, then asks, “What’s the longest you’ve managed to keep a PA? Two months?”

I glare at my friend. “It’s not my fault they’re all incompetent.”

“Right.” He crosses his arms over his chest and turns his gaze to where the men are hard at work. “You go through assistants like I go through toilet paper. Maybe you should try saying please and thank you once in a while.”

I let out a sigh and shake my head. “Miss Blakely has an uncanny way of annoying the living hell out of me.”

Renzo’s eyebrow pops up. “Yeah? You sure it’s not the other way around?”

“Fuck off.”

A burst of laughter escapes him. “At least this one is easy on the eyes.”

I don’t say anything about his comment and just grunt.

My phone vibrates again, and checking it, I see it’s a message from Brian. I open it and read that Miss Blakely has requested another meeting. This time, she wants to be alone in a room with a man, but no touching is allowed.

Interesting.

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