Page 40 of The Nanny and the Don
Deciding that I wouldn’t wait around much longer, I stood from my seat and marched down the hall where I’d seen Mr. Gray and the big guy disappear. As I moved down the hall one of the doors opened and someone carrying bottles of champagne barreled out almost knocking me down. We both uttered excuse me as I moved further down the hall.
Just as I passed another door it flew open, out of instinct I looked inside. My eyes doubled in size when I saw Mr. Gray with his shirt flying behind him as he stomped the life out of a man lying on the floor covered in blood.
“Oh my God!” I screamed, immediately covering my mouth with both hands.
Mr. Gray’s eyes shot to me before he stormed toward the door where the man who pulled him away from the table still stood in front of the door partially blocking my view.
“Fuck is you doing? Four get her the fuck out of here!” Mr. Gray ordered.
The man he referred to as Four grabbed my arm in an attempt to escort me away from the door. Resisting his gentle tug of my arm, I kept my attention on Mr. Gray.
“Is that?—”
“Go, Dev!” he roared, cutting me off. “Have Hank take her the fuck home.”
“All right, boss,” Four said with a tighter grip on my arm this time.
Continuing down the hall instead of going back into the ballroom, Four practically carried me until we were outside on the side of the building where the car we’d ridden here in was surprisingly waiting. After opening the backwards ass door, he ushered me inside the car.
“Take her straight home. No stops and no fucking talking,” Four instructed before stepping back and slamming the door.
I was fuming as we made the journey back to Mr. Gray’s house, but more than anything I was confused. I wanted to know what the hell was going on in that room. Was that Brendan lying on the floor hanging on to life by a thread? If it was him did that mean that Mr. Gray would let me go or would I meet a similar fate? What the hell was going on?
When we made it to Mr. Gray’s house, I jumped out of the car not bothering to wait for the driver to open my door. That didn’t stop him from following me to the front door and making sure I got inside. Then again, he was probably just making sure I actually went inside instead of bailing. Not that it was necessary with Mr. Gray’s goons standing guard out front. They made sure no one came or went without his permission. I stalked into the house and as soon as I saw Sicily I tried to temper my mood. I didn’t want her asking me what was wrong because I just might tell her.
“You look beautiful, mama,” Sicily said, greeting me from her seat on the couch as soon as I walked through the door.
“Thank you,” I answered, hoping she didn’t pick up on my dejected tone of voice.
“Where’s papa?” she asked.
“Don’t ask.” I shook my head.
“Did you two have a fight?”
“No, nothing like that. He started getting busy with work stuff. I was bored, so he had the driver bring me home,” I told her, only partially lying.
“Oh OK. I know how he hates those things. He’ll probably be extra grumpy when he gets home.”
I wasn’t sure he could get any angrier than he was while stomping a hole in a man’s head, but she was probably right.
“I’m sure.”
“On that note, I’m getting the heck out of here. The kids are down for the night. I don’t know what in the world you did with them, mama, but little Mr. King gave me their whole bedtime routine. I gave them a bath, read them one bedtime story, and let them listen to that soothing mix he showed me, and they were down for the count.”
“Thank you for covering for me tonight.”
“Seeing you all dolled up makes it more than worth it. Knowing that you went with the boss man makes it even better. I’m praying that he admits his feelings for you. A blind man can see how much he likes you. He’s not even the same man he was before you came.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” I cautioned.
“Never say never, mama. He’s rough around the edges, but I know he’s a great catch.”
“It’s not like that. I promise.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I love a good love story,” she said, clasping her hands together.
I laughed. “So do I, but I’m not really into fantasy.”
