“Oh, Liam,” Devon says as I’m about to pass his desk. “Kiara had something bad for lunch. I let her go home. I hope it’s okay with you?”
“Of course,” I mutter as I head toward Finn’s office. “Let HR know.”
Not bothering to knock, I shove Finn’s door open and stalk inside. The fucker is sitting behind his desk with a huge smile on his face.
“Unproductive as always,” I mutter. Coming to a stop on the other side of the desk, I cross my arms over my chest and stare my so-called stepbrother down. “I hear you’re giving all your work to Kiara.”
Finn lets out a bark of laughter, and standing up, he adjusts his jacket. “You should be happy, brother. I’m training the woman. That way, when you fire me, you’ll have someone who can do the job.” The taunting tone in his voice grates against my temper, making it flare to life.
“A fucking toddler can do your job!” Reigning in the burst of anger by taking a deep breath, my voice is calmer when I continue, “Kiara is a receptionist for the lobby. Do your fucking job and leave the woman alone.” Taking a step closer, my eyes bore into his. “And don’t think I’m not aware of the sex ring you started. Shut that shit down.”
“Or what?” he arrogantly taunts me. “You’ll tell Father? He doesn’t give a shit about what I do.” Finn moves around the desk, closing the space between us. The fucker knows I hate being touched, and the second he reaches for my shoulder, I grab hold of his wrist and shove him backward. “Keep your fucking hands off of me.” Every ounce of power I have brims in my voice when I say, “Shut the sex ring down and start doing your own fucking work.” This time, I’m the one to take a threatening step closer to him. “Don’t, and I’ll end you. You’re a fucking annoyance I can’t wait to get rid of.”
Finn lets out a burst of incredulous laughter as if I’m being unreasonable. “Yes, sir,” he bites the words out, zero respect in his tone.
I hold his gaze for a moment longer, thinking I should just get rid of the fucker now.
Finn must see the seriousness of my threat because the arrogance falls from his face. “Fine. Stop worrying. I’ll shut the sex ring down. You can’t blame me for trying to make extra money on the side. You practically pay me peanuts to work here.”
“I fucking pay you more than you deserve.” With everything said, I turn around and leave the office, not bothering to shut the door behind me.
The only reason Finn is still breathing is because I can’t fucking kill him for annoying me.
But it’s only a matter of time.
When I reach Devon’s desk, I stop. Finn’s the reason I employed Devon, and honestly, I haven’t regretted the decision once. He’s the best secretary I’ve ever had.
“Notify me whenever Finn calls a staff member to his office,” I instruct.
“Yes, sir.” Devon nods in the direction of my office. “Will’s waiting for you.”
Hearing Will’s here, a rare smile tugs at my lips. I head to my office, and opening the door, it’s to find my best friend sitting with his feet up on my desk.
“You’re looking for shit,” I warn him playfully.
“You love me too much,” Will jokes. He waits for me to take my seat, then finally lowers his feet from my desk. “Did you talk to Finn?”
“Yes.” I shake my head, my eyes meeting my friend’s. “It’s only a matter of time.”
“I’ll gladly put a bullet between his eyes.” A serious expression falls over Will’s face. “The shipment of weapons should be here tomorrow morning.”
“Good.” I can always trust Luca to deliver on time. The man never disappoints.
Continuing with the updates, Will says, “There’s no sign of the Sicilians. Everything’s quiet here and in Vancouver.”
“We wiped out the majority,” I mutter. It was a good day when I got to help Nikolas and the rest of the Priesthood eliminate those fuckers.
“Jimmy had a heart attack.”
My head snaps up, and shock shudders through me. “When? Is he okay?” I rise from my chair.
“A month ago.” Will gives me a sheepish look as his words hit. “You needed the rest, Liam. I would’ve told you sooner if things went sideways, but Jimmy’s at home recovering. He even got a nurse to help out.”
“You should’ve told me,” I bark. Jimmy Flanagan is one of my best men. “Now it looks like I don’t give a shit if one of my men dies!”
“You were close to burning out, and I’ve been checking in on him.” Will gets up, and tilting his head, he gives me a look that clearly states he’ll fight me on this.
“Next time, you let me know immediately,” I order.