Page 56 of Stolen Christmas
“It’s on my phone. The guy from the phone store said it was saved on my cloud. I just didn’t have anyone to talk to, and I didn’t know who to file a complaint with. Then, I’ve been so caught up in trying to figure out how to start over that I didn’t want to deal with the problems that he caused.”
I put my hand out. “Show me.”
She tilts her head and looks offended. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
I cup her face and caress her jaw. “Baby, I believe you; I just want to hear it.” I have access to her phone because I cloned it, but I don’t dig into her private life. It’s for future purposes and to monitor any contact from Fields.
She pulls out her phone and then opens up the app for her drive. With a click, the video plays in the darkness of what I assume is her pocket. It’s muffled, but I can make out every word from that son of a bitch’s mouth. I’m going to pull his tongue from his mouth and stab it with needles ever so slowly for every vile word he said to her. The bastard fired her for lying about having a boyfriend to fend off his attention.
Unable to listen to another word, I end the video and hand her the phone before I crush it in my palm. Pulling out my own cell, I call Matteo. “I want you to nab that fucker Cochran when he leaves, and don’t make it obvious.”
“What do you want me to do with him?” he asks.
“Take him to the special spot for me. He and I need to have a private conversation.”
“Sounds good.” I can hear the glee in his voice. It’s been a while since I exacted torture on someone, and this fucker deserves it. Since I can’t get to Fields, Cochran will be my treat.
“And I’ll be looking for some managers for the warehouse here. Thank you.”
“Yes, Boss. Should I send another car around for you?”
“That would be great.”
“Oh my God,” Angel gasps. I face her and she asks, “What are you going to do?”
“What needs to be done, Angel. Now come here. Give me those pretty lips; I want to kiss.”
“I don’t want to kiss you.”
“That’s not nice.”
“How do you like it, meanie?”
“Ah, so you’re going to play that game, sweetheart?” She bites down on her lip. “I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Don’t test me, sweetheart. Our driver won’t be here for a while.”
“I thought you had business to attend to.”
“You’re more important to me than they are.”
“Of course. We have to make sure I’m pregnant soon.” Immediately it’s like the temperature in the room becomes ice cold, and I’ve lost all damn urge to fuck. Damn it. She has no idea how I truly feel for her, but this isn’t the time or the place for it.
“Better yet, I better get to work. I’d rather not have these problems later. Why don’t you stay put here, and I’ll bring in Amos to watch you.”
“Okay.” She takes a seat, and then I close the door and call the security team back over.
“You don’t speak to my wife unless spoken to, and no flirting with her. You don’t put your hands on her. Your eyes remain focused on hers—any lower and they won’t remain in your head. Do we understand each other?” They nod vigorously and give a simple but emphatic yes.
I head to the back area where the flooring is being made. There is an error in the printing that needs to be handled. “Mr. D’Antonio, thank you for coming in to see me.” Ms. Kane walks up to me and sticks out her hand and shakes mine.
“Anything for the company. Please explain to me what’s going on.” I spend the next hour going over the problems with the press. She explains each problem, tapping my forearm multiple times like I can’t see the issues and need to pay closerattention. We have two broken presses that need to be repaired, and it will take two days for the parts to come in.
“Thanks for taking care of this matter. You’re doing a great job, Ms. Kane.”
She gives me a big smile and presses her hand on my forearm again. “Thank you so much. I tried to explain my concerns to Mr. Cochran, but he brushed them off and told me to wait for them to run dry, but then they crashed out.”
