Page 61 of Craving Danger

His intense eyes search my face, then he asks, “Will I see you at work tomorrow?”

My features tighten as I struggle not to burst into tears. “C-can I take tomorrow and Friday off, please? Just to process everything.”

“Will you be back after your vacation?”

Swallowing hard on my fear for this man, I can only nod.

He tilts his head, his gaze sharpening on me. “I’d hate to lose you, Miss Blakely. You’re the best PA I’ve ever had.”

My eyebrows furrow, and breaking eye contact, I lower my gaze to the tiled floor. “Can I go?”

“I’ll have someone take you home.”

I quickly shake my head. “No, thank you.”

He moves, and I watch as he grabs a coat from the closet near the door. Seeing the confused look on my face, he explains, “You have blood on your pants. This will cover it.”

I glance down and see the red stains all over my gray pants.

I take the coat from Mr. Vitale and shrug it on. The fabric swallows my body, and I’ll probably die of heat on my way home.

“Thank you, sir,” I whisper, and when I have to walk past Mr. Vitale, my muscles tense up, and a tremble rushes through me.

“See you after your vacation, Miss Blakely.”

“Yes, sir.”

God. Everything he says sounds like a threat.

The moment I pull the front door shut behind me, I let out a breath of relief. I dart down the steps of the mansion and run toward the subway station.

Franco

As the front door shuts, I walk to the living room and pour whiskey into the tumbler Samantha used earlier. I pick it up and down it all in one go.

Fuck.

Now that I don’t have to keep my emotions in check anymore, I throw the tumbler across the room, and it shatters against a wall.

Christ. I lost Lorenzo.

And Samantha knows I’m a capo.

There’s a good chance she won’t come back to work, and God only knows how today has affected her.

Within seconds, men pour into the living room.

Milo looks tense as he says, “I heard glass shatter.”

“I threw it against the wall,” I mutter, upset with myself for stressing Milo even more.

Lorenzo was his best friend, and the last thing he needs is making his already shitty day worse.

“Take some time off, Milo. I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head, and when he walks closer to me, the other men leave to give us some privacy.

“I’m not leaving your side until every last one of those Slovakian fuckers are dead.”

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