Page 23 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
“Fine.” I shake my head as I get my fill of this beautifully clueless man. “You must be the most privileged, idiotic human I’ve ever met.”
His gaze hits the floor again, and I feel terrible. I want to hate this man, given the way he treated me yesterday, but now I have a frame of reference and, more importantly, I see his mask starting to slip. I don’t even have to poke at him very hard.
He’s got overstuffed couches, for Christ’s sake.
Softening my tone, I ask, “Why treat anybody like shit? And then, especially, why would you treat somebody on the docks like shit? You’ve got to know what the docks are all about. That was the stupidest goddamn thing I ever saw. It’s like you don’t know who you were talking to.”
“I didn’t.”
“And now my life is all fucked. My uncle…I don’t even know what’s going on with him. He risked so much to text me…” I cut myself off, not able to even go there.
His eyes widen. “I can ask Edgerton to send a detail to escort him here.”
I stare at him. He has no fucking clue. “They’d be dead before they even got to him.”
To his credit, he doesn’t try to contradict me. “What can I do?”
“I don’t know. But I’m gonna drink your fucking expensive wine, and I’m gonna come up with a plan.”
“The offer of a job still stands.”
I look at him like he’s lost his goddamn mind. “A job?”
He nods. “And a place to stay. Because, obviously, I’ve put you in danger.”
“A place to stay, really? You got a Fortress of Solitude around here somewhere?”
He gestures to the space. “I give you one Fortress of Solitude.”
“Dude, I am not having a sleepover with you.”
“Mr. Portelli, I don’t think you have much choice.”
The shitty thing is, I’m pretty sure he’s right.
