Page 91 of Open To Negotiation

He was wrong.

“I assumed you would say that, so I decided to find some incentive.” He tapped the file on the table. “Your little girlfriend is pretty, although rather boring.”

“Watch yourself,” I growled out. I had no idea how he found out about Quinn, but it’s not like I was hiding her. We had pictures posted of us at the charity event in London. I was damn proud to have her on my arm.

“You should be thanking me really.” I narrowed my eyes at his smug tone. “When I couldn’t find anything on her, I started looking around her. You really should be more careful who you let into your circle.” He pushed the envelope toward me.

I didn’t want to read it. I had a suspicion of who in Quinn’s life would do something to put that dangerous gleam in his eyes. But I had to know. So I grabbed the thing off the table and ripped it open, flipping through the stack of papers.

My eyes scanned the pages quickly as my teeth ground together, each page was making me more and more angry. His name was all over it, account numbers, pictures, emails. Every new detail made my blood boil.

But I had to keep my cool.

Even though I had a feeling this was going to change everything.

“The authorities won’t care, they’ll investigate and move on.” I bluffed as I put the folder back down and looked up at Warren’s smug smile. I understood the look now, every single thing in there could hurt Quinn. There was no way she knew about this but not everyone would believe her or even bother to ask.

“Do you know who Leonardo Moretti is?”

My fist tightened on the table at the name. “I’ve heard of him.”

“The rumored mafia boss isn’t going to be happy to hear about this.” He reached out, tapped the papers and tsked. “If I tell him what’s been going on, he’ll deal with her without asking questions or investigating well before the cops can get to the bottom of it.”

“What do you want?” I ground out, eyes narrowed on him.

“Shut down your plans to open a New York office, break off your relationship with Miss West, and I’ll keep this between us.” He sat back, smug and confident. Quinn had nothing to do with my business, but Warren seemed to be grasping at anything to put me in my place.

He’d found my weakness. He threatened the one person I would give up anything for, risk anything for.

Including my own happiness.

After leaving the Fairmont with the files, I’d gone back to the office. I texted Quinn that I had a few things to deal with and wouldn’t be home until late. I told her not to wait up, then left my phone in my drawer while I tried to find a way out of this.

It was just after two in the morning when I slipped into my room. Quinn was asleep on the bed, her hand tucked under her cheek, her e-reader was beside her on the bed like she’d fallen asleep reading. She looked so peaceful.

My chest hurt, but over the last few hours I’d created a believable story and a plan in my head. I’d even convinced myself that maybe this was for the best, that maybe this would be better for her.

Warren Kane wasn’t going to let this go so if hurting her kept her safe, then I would have to do it.

“Theo?” Quinn muttered as she stirred in bed, blinking over at me with a sleepy smile on her face. I closed the distance between us and looked down at her as she rubbed her eyes. “What happened?” Her voice was more alert now as she looked me up and down.

Instead of replying, I started unbuttoning my shirt. She opened her mouth, but I dropped my lips to hers, cutting her off.

She moaned into me as I pulled back only long enough to strip off her shirt. I fucking loved getting to see her tits, but I didn’t want to stop kissing her. Her hands ran into my hair, as I reached for my pants and freed my hard cock. I reached between us to find her already bare and wet.

I didn’t say a word as I slipped inside of her wet heat, driving into her over and over again. The only sounds in the room were our bodies meeting and our grunts. It didn’t take her long to find her release and after a few more pumps, I emptied myself into her.

Reveling in the feel of her spasming around me, savoring every moment I could.

I pulled out, grabbing a cloth to clean her up before settling myself back beside her. Her head went to my chest and she pressed a soft sleepy kiss against me.

Once her breath evened out again, I looked at the time.

I was giving myself one hour. One more hour with her beside me.

Because I needed to be gone before she woke up.

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