Page 73 of Game of Love
How much would he tell me?
“I have a lot of things, Mr. Cage. I’m the Vegas King.” He smiled.
I should have expected a shit answer like that.Great.He wouldn’t even give me a fucking clue.
“Terrorists usually want something. They don’t just come out of the woods just like that.”
“Yes, of course. I forgot you were a marine. Lieutenant. You’re used to this.”
No one had called me lieutenant in years. it was strange to hear it and reminded me of a different life I used to have.
“Who are they Giovanni?” I prodded brushing away memories of the past. I wasn’t that guy anymore. I wasn’t Lieutenant Cage.
His gaze became harder. “Does it matter?”
Based on experience, I knew it mattered. “Of course it matters.”
“All you need to know is what I need you to do in relation to your job. I have my foot soldiers on the streets checking things out. The knights all know what to do. One of you will watch Jia at all times. You will alternate in working the casino and keeping watch on the place and keeping watch on her until I change things up.”
“Right.”
“We’re done here.”
I stood up to go. He cleared his throat though.
“One more thing.” He stopped me.
I turned back to him. “What’s that?”
“Jia. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your fascination with her. I’m grateful for last night. Very grateful and indebted to you. But do not act as if you were just doing your job. As a concerned father I’m cautioning you in any relations you have with her.”
Wow.This was just what I needed now, getting the daddy dearest talk from him.
“My relations?”
“Don’t fuck with me. I’m not some schmuck with a pea for a brain. Do your job when it comes to her, and that is all. Keep your dick in your pants. I have chosen Armand for her.”
This guy… he was a real son of a bitch. Definitely hands down. He wasn’t even worth the mouthful I would have dished him.
It was fine.
I needed to hear that. I did.
The sooner I was done with this gig the better.
I’d leave and I’d never see her again.
It would be for the best.
For her.
“Do you remember the code?” Wes asked in my ear.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes even though I knew he couldn’t see me.
“Of course,” I replied.
It was worry that made him extra careful over me. I couldn’t blame him.
