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Chapter Three
“Excuse me, Mr Davenport?”
I turned towards the interruption and saw one of Nathan’s hired goons standing in the doorway to the bedroom. A moment of relief flooded through me.
“Out on the balcony, Sam,” called Nathan. He stepped away from me and turned his attention to the huge man standing awkwardly, looking anywhere but at Nathan and I.
“Mr Davenport, Mr Winton is on the phone for you. He said you were expecting his call,” Sam said in a deep, gravelly voice.
“I’ll take it in my office. You stay here and keep Miss Sommers company,” Nathan said as he walked back inside. He was out of the bedroom without a backwards glance.
I sat back down in my chair, my legs feeling like jelly after my close encounter with Nathan. I turned and looked towards Sam standing in the doorway like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“So Sam, you’re one of Nathan’s thugs? How do you get a job like that? Did he advertise?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Sam seemed to be the quieter, calmer one of the two men. And it was just his luck that I was in no mood for his baby-sitting.
Sam surprised me by smiling. “No, Miss Sommers. We just met one day, I was unemployed and Nathan offered me a job.”
“He ever make you ‘take someone out?’” I couldn’t help but ask, even though I didn’t really want to know the answer.
“Nathan is not part of the Mafia, Miss Sommers. We do not take people out.” The smile widened on his big face and I felt a little foolish for asking.
“So you wouldn’t have broken every bone in my brother’s body?”
“Well, yes, we would have done that.”
“Oh, I see...” I had the feeling that maybe he wasn’t serious, but the thought of him hurting Liam made me feel sick to my stomach anyway.
“But I never meant to hurt you. You’re a lot smaller than I first thought,” he said, referring to when he pushed me to the ground.
“Gee, thanks.”
Sam nodded. I guess he didn’t seem like such a bad guy for a thug. Not that I’d met many. He seemed to have nice manners and his apology sounded sincere.
Nathan returned to the bedroom and made his way out onto the balcony. It felt crowded with the two large men both standing on it.
“Thank you, Sam. You can go. Rose and I will have an early night,” Nathan said in a brisk, business-like tone. I’d already noticed that Nathan didn’t seem to have any sort of personal relationship with his staff.
