Page 44 of Arranged Addiction

Seamus lets out a long sigh. “I’ll check into it from that angle. But I’m telling you, they didn’t leave a shred of evidence.”

“All the more reason to suspect it was him.”

“I hear you. God, I hope this bastard’s not really back. The rumors about him are pretty fucked up.”

“I’m aware.”

“Well, other than the creepy dry-cleaning graffiti, you having a good day at the office, bro?”

“Goodbye, Seamus.”

“What, no small talk? Come on! I want to hear what you’re having for lunch!”

I hang up on him.

Seamus is right. It does seem strange that Senesi would vandalize a dry cleaner just to send me some vague and unclear message. It’s more likely that whoever did it holds a grudge against Doyle’s youngest son.

Except he was so on edge. He seemed almost afraid, like there was something else he wasn’t telling me. If it was just about his son, wouldn’t that have been his first thought?

Instead, he came out here and set this meeting.

Casey appears again a few minutes later. “Your next meeting got pushed out an hour. Want me to order your lunch?”

I nod distractedly. “The usual.”

“Anything else?” She turns to go.

But I call her back. “Hold on a second. I actually do need something.”

She lets the door shut behind her. “What can I do for you, sir?”

I resist the thrill at hearing that title come out of her mouth. I wish I could smother her moans with my thick cock. But that isn’t very professional.

“From now on, I want you to start sitting in on certain meetings.”

“Of course. You need me to take notes?”

“Absolutely not. These aren’t the kinds of meetings that should be recorded.”

Her eyebrows raise. “You’re talking about… family business?” She basically whispers the last two words.

“The room isn’t bugged. You can talk normally.”

“Right. Sure.” She clears her throat. “Why do you want me around for that stuff?”

“My transition into leadership is coming sooner rather than later, and I think you can help with some of this work. I want you to get familiar with what I do for people.”

“Which is what, exactly?”

“I solve problems.”

She laughs like I’m joking. But when I don’t smile, her grin fades. “Seriously? I thought you were a criminal.”

“There are illegal aspects of what we do. Many of my solutions involve creative skirting of state and federal laws.”

“Oh, that makes more sense.”

“I need to keep my family members happy. It’ll help having my pretty young wife around.”