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I leanedback in my chair as the man on the phone tried to explain the situation for the hundredth time. My mind had wandered more than once, but I needed to pull my shit together. That was hard to do when Ash was in and out of my office. He popped in once more, sat a mug of coffee on my desk, smiled at me, and then turned to leave. I stared at his ass, wanting to pull him back and stick my tongue between his cheeks.
“Mr. Vitale, please.”
“What?” I muttered. “One more time.”
The man groaned. “I’ve already explained three times.”
“So? Explain again,” I said, picking up my mug and drinking the perfect cup of coffee. “What happened?”
“There have been issues at the site,” he said, his voice a little too tight for my liking, like he was speaking through gritted teeth. “Supplies have gone missing, men have dropped off working here without ever saying why, and people are disappearing. You have to do something about this.”
“What am I supposed to do?” I frowned. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
“There are rumors,” he muttered.
I rocked back and forth, teetering dangerously in my chair. “What rumors?”
“People are saying Able Hollister has been around. He sits in his car, looks at the site, and then takes off. I don’t think he even realizes we see him, but once you pointed him out to me, I told my men too. I’m afraid something is happening to them.”
Throbbing started in my right temple. Fucking Able. I didn’t put it past him to be screwing with me, but I thought he’d calm down. We’d had several conversations about him backing off, that I wouldn’t step back with my contract. Every single time he got more pissed, but that was a him problem. However, he was now making itmyproblem. I didn’t have time for that.
I’d already checked in on Jasper, the escort he used to visit at Silver Dreams, but the guy was long gone. There hadn’t been a trace left in his apartment. Telling Grand Myah had been a fucking shit show. Able was steadily making me deal with his shit.
“I’ll handle it.”
“What do we do in the meantime? Our machines are busted. I think we’re going to experience more delays.”
“I’ll get someone out to fix the machines or replace them. Fuck that. I don’t want delays.”
“We’ll do our best, Mr. Vitale.”
I hung up the phone. Rubbing my temple, I stared at the computer as irritation rose. Able needed to get his shit together, or he would end up with a smashed skull courtesy of Silvy. I pulled up his number, dialed it, and waited for him to pick up. No answer. I called twice more, but he didn’t bother answering.
Swear I’m going to kill that fucking prick.
I called Weston instead. He wasn’t insane. Weston knew better than to ignore me. He picked up on the third ring sounding out of breath.
“Yes, Mr. Vitale.”
“Weston!” I called, a grin on my face. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m hearing things about your buddy Able at my construction site like he’s trying to stop the building of this hospital.” I tapped my fingers on my desk, drumming them increasingly louder. “This isn’t the first time I’ve heard about people disappearing when it comes to him.”
Silence.
Rocking back and forth in my chair again, I refused to say a word. Let Weston hang, let him sweat and squirm. Finally, he cleared his throat a few times.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, you do,” I said evenly. “I’m sure you’re still pissed about me fucking your wife and all—”
“What?”
I grinned. “Oops. I wasn’t supposed to say that, was I?” I shrugged. “How do you think I know so much about her?”
“You... you motherfucker!”
