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“Done.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re not going to listen to me, are you?”
“Not a chance,” he grinned. “But I’ll let you think you won anytime you need it.”
The kid finally looked up after all the commotion. “Hey, did you need change or something?”
I ignored him and smirked at Cash. “Then I guess I’m staying,” I said as I stepped into his arms and sank into his kiss.
“What? That’s it?” Fox said incredulously.
I looked back at him, confused by his outrage. “I’m sorry, should I have put up more of a fight?”
“No,” he sighed. “It’s just…I have like, thirty bags of Funyuns in the back seat.”
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CASH
The doorto my office slammed open, banging against the wall. Most men probably would have jumped at the noise, but I was cool as a cucumber. I looked up and sighed as I saw Eli walk into my office, beet red and fuming like crazy. I knew whatever this was, it would be good.
Leaning back in my seat, I did my best not to smile at him. “Eli.”
“Boss, do you know what that fucker did?”
“Which fucker would we be talking about?”
He pointed his finger angrily at me. “Don’t fuck with me. You know who I’m talking about.”
“Actually, considering the company we keep, it could literally be anyone.”
His jaw clenched along with his fists as he took in deep breaths. “You need to come with me.”
Leaving no room for argument, he turned and stormed out the room. I rolled my eyes at his antics and followed him out, noting the dent in my wall. That fucker was going to pay for that. He took me to the first lower level, his nostrils flaring with every second that passed. The doors opened and he led me over to the garage bay. I rounded the corner and stopped in my tracks.
Where we would normally park our company vehicles were ten fucking minivans—in various colors. I didn’t waste a single minute pulling out my phone and dialing the asshole.
“I thought we said all we needed to.”
“Why am I staring at minivans?”
“They’re roomy, inconspicuous, and you’d be surprised how many bodies you can fit in there.”
“I can fit seven,” I noted as I recognized the Toyota Sienna. “And it’s a fucking hybrid.”
“With great gas mileage,” he pointed out. “And I wasn’t referring to how many live bodies you could fit. The trunk is quite spacious. I thought it would come in handy for some of your more…colorful jobs.”
“Rafe…”
“Yeah?”
“I fucking hate you.”
“Aww,” he said in a sappy voice. “I minivan you.”