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So much for finding his brothers.
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Two weeks later
“You really don’tknow who the fuck you’re pissing off, do you?”
Toth leaned away from his desk, and the leather chair creaked with the movement. He forced his muscles to stay relaxed, not wanting to give the seething wench the satisfaction of knowing how much she’d rattled him.
Bringing his fist to rest on his jaw, he stared at the woman invading his office. Not just any woman. Savannah Carrington. Daughter of the head honcho of Sinners Cartel, a widespread mob organization with their hands in everything from drugs to money laundering. He should probably toe the line, have some respect for the mob princess, but goddamn he wanted her fine little ass out of his office before he did something stupid.
Her eyebrows bounced, nearly reaching her blond hair. She propped a hand on her hip, accentuating the slim waist that lay behind her white dress shirt. Her rust-colored leather skirt surrounded her thighs like melted brown sugar.
Her eyes blazed, a green inferno ready to incinerate him on the spot. “Did you hear me?” she asked.
He’d made it perfectly clear that Backcountry Protection Services, the personal security company Toth had built from the ground up, would have no ties with Sinners Cartel.
She waited, her face as hard as carved marble, her slightly upturned nose lifting haughtily.
He didn’t stop the twitch of his lips. Goddamn she was feisty.
That’s because she’s a Sinner, dumbass.
She could say whatever she wanted to whomever she wanted, and if that person was smart, they’d do her bidding—or at least cower the fuck away and cover their balls.
He’d never been too smart.
“Am I pissing you off, Sav?” Oh fuck. He inhaled and wished he could suck back the flirtatious note in his voice.
Something flashed in her eyes—interest?
No.
Maybe?
She pursed her lips, beautiful, pink-tinged pillows that called to his cock. Her eyes darkened. “You don’t get to call me that.” There was no bite to her tone, but a challenge hung in the air.
He cleared his throat and rocked forward in his chair, bringing his forearms to rest on the desk. Toth didn’t really know Daniel Carrington, but he was pretty damn sure that he wouldn’t fare well doing any kind of business with a mob organization. Rami, Toth’s business partner, was chummy with Savannah’s older brother, but that didn’t mean Toth had to get entangled with them.
“Rami already declined the protection service your father requested. There’s nothing left to discuss.” Keeping his tone even and professional might be the only way to make her leave.
She dropped her hand from her waist. Long tendrils of hair curled at her ribcage. Sexy locks. It was all he could do not to climb over the desk and wrap her sleek legs—
She blinked slowly, and as her dark eyelashes lifted, her gaze trailed leisurely over his chest.
Arousal heated his cheeks. It took every ounce of his willpower to stay glued to his seat, to not move, to not react to the gorgeous woman staring him down.
“Look,” she said, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip. “Dad doesn’t like to hear the wordno. I don’t know what he wants, but maybe he’ll be less insulted if you request a proper proposal. You declined the job without knowing the full scope of the work. Makes one think you’re being discriminatory.” She narrowed her eyes.
His arousal turned to ashes and his skin flamed with annoyance. Discriminating against a gang? Ha. Avoiding them was common sense. Nothing more. But he sure as shit didn’t need an angry mob leader on his ass. Savannah could be onto something. He’d be wise to refuse the offer more diplomatically.
He sucked his tongue between his teeth and top lip. “Fine. One meeting.”
Savannah beamed. “Good. Dad will be happy,” she said, digging her hand into her purse. “But he doesn’t like to meet in person often—not as discreet, if you know what I mean.” She slapped an encrypted phone on his desk.
Toth laced his fingers together. The fact that the guy wanted their discussion to take place on untraceable phones spoke volumes. There wouldn’t be anything legal about Daniel’s request. But he’d already agreed to talk to him. There was no backing out.
He lifted his gaze from the device. “I’m still going to say no,” he said, glaring at Savannah.