Page 62 of Champagne & Handcuffs
He balked with a frown. “A driver?”
“A driver carrying actually.”
Gabe shook his head. “No.”
“All you need to do is drop us off, and then you can go home to your fiancé.”
He looked to Paul and then back to me. “You can get anyone to be your chauffeur.”
“True,” I sighed. “But I can’t risk someone seeing something or knowing anything. Just drop us off.”
“But you need me to carry a gun?”
“It’s only for your protection, or in case something goes wrong.”
Gabe chuckled. “Exactly why I don’t want to be involved.”
I clapped him on the shoulder. “Nothing will go wrong, and I’ll be forever in your debt.”
“Don’t lie, Gabe. You know you’ve always wanted to work for the FBI. Look at this joint.” Paul spun around with his arms outreached.
Gabe paused, looking from Paul to me and then the suite. “All right, but if something happens to me, and my baby is left without a father, then you better take care of Autumn and my kid.” He pointed at Paul and glared.
Paul smirked. “Oh, the promise of a threesome with my wife and Auttie.”
My cell dinged. Gabe was downstairs in a black, FBI issuedCadillac Escalade.
“Ready?”
Paul nodded and moved to the stairs.
As we walked up, I said, “Once we leave this suite—”
“I know, I know. I was a Lieutenant in the Army. I know how to take orders.”
I chuckled, though I was nervous. Sure, I’d been in hot situations before, but not like this. Not where so much was on the line—personal stuff—and me pretending to be someone else. Yet, I had to act as if I knew what the fuck I was doing.
The FBI had given me a tie clip with a camera and microphone hidden in a diamond in the center. They were going to watch and record everything. Once Tony agreed to take my money, they’d swoop in. Before that happened, I had to get the other three traffickers to admit why they were there to lock in the case that would be brought against them.
“And just so we’re clear, if they search us, you stay outside.”
“I know. Not sure how I can protect you if I’m outside, though.”
I didn’t want Paul without a gun. If they searched us and took my piece, he needed to keep his. Also, if they searched us, that likely meant only Tony and Bryce would be packing and not the other traffickers.
I smirked. “I’m a cop, Paul. I’m sure I can handle some businessmen.”
“All right, but I want a crack at Tony too. He hurt my wife.”
I stopped walking. “That’s not part of the plan.”
Paul stopped and turned to look down at me. “Well, make it part of the plan.”
“Paul—”
“Listen, man. I know Joss is your best friend, but she’s my wife. This asshole hurt her—hurt her for years.”
“And that’s why you need to let the professionals take care of him.”
