Page 93 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
Mads’ eyes go wide. “That deliciously toppy-looking motherfucker is vers?”
I nod. “He has no embarrassment or shame about asking for what he needs.”
“Imagine that,” Mads says, knocking his shoulder into my arm.
“And he cooks. Like pasta, from scratch.”
“I swear to God, if you don’t marry him, I will.” He pauses, then punches me in the arm. “Are you telling me you’ve been eating homemade pasta and haven’t invited me over? Not even once?”
“We’ve been kind of isolated at the penthouse. But I’ll invite you over. As long as you never speak of marrying him ever again.” Leaning in, I point at myself. “Mine.”
Mads’ jaw drops. “I have never heard you talk about a man like this.”
Pushing his shoulder, I scoff. “You’ve known me for a year. You don’t know.”
“Oh, I do know. I’m jealous, but I’m super excited for you.”
I blush a little. “Enough about me and my fabulous sex life. Of which you should totally be jealous. How are you doing? What about that thing with the…?”
He runs a hand through his pretty hair. “Stalker? Yeah, that’s still going on.”
“What the fuck? Who do you have running your security?”
“Somebody incompetent, apparently.”
I dig out my money clip and slide out a business card. “You need to hire the security company I use. The guy who owns the company, Edgerton, is no-nonsense.”
“And you’re happy with him?”
“Tell you what. This whole experience with the video brought out some frankly scary elements, and I trust him with my life.”
“Shit, that sounds nice. The company I’m working with is acting like I’m crazy. Which, to be fair, I might be.”
“No, you’re not. You’re very smart.”
“Well, smart and crazy aren’t mutually exclusive, and I’m pretty sure this whole thing has pushed me over the edge. I was convinced I saw the guy out on the red carpet, and I nearly did a drop and roll to get away from him. Then I looked again, and it was some old guy. He’s in my fucking head.”
“Doesn’t mean he’s not a threat. Call Edgerton. He’ll know what to do. He won’t treat you like you’re crazy, I promise.”
Mads takes the business card from me and surprises me with another hug. “Thanks for not trying to make me think it’s all in my head.”
“Anytime, friend. I’ve gotta get back to it, but let’s not let so much time go by between visits.”
“Deal.”
This time when he holds out his fist, I get the bump right on the first try.
