Page 80 of Protection (Mobsters + Billionaires 2)
Light a candle and say a prayer for my dick because Dr. Madhuban Laghari is about to ruin it.
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Mads was right.Even with the luxury accommodations, I damn near kiss the pavement when we finally get to Jakarta. I actually loved the alone time with him. The long flights gave us time to get to know each other better, even if I avoided some of his gentle questions about my mother.
I can’t wait to learn more about him, to tell him a little more about me…I just need to be on solid ground to do it.
“You know, you could have gotten out in Tokyo. We could've done a whole layover. It would have been great.”
“Mads, when I say I can't be seen in Tokyo, what do you think that means?” I ask, raising my brow at him. It's hard to maintain the stern visage because he makes me smile too much.
Don’t tell the mobsters I work with though. I've got a reputation to maintain.
“I dunno. I assumed you once got arrested in Tokyo.”
“No, Mads. The Yakuza are in Tokyo, and I can promise you they would not take lightly the consigliere of Lucas Stefano stepping into their territory. I like my head exactly where it is, and more to the point, I like your head exactly where it is.”
Mads lets out a hiss. “Shit. You didn't tell me the Yakuza are on your list.”
“Everybody's on my list. They know not to cause trouble in Manhattan, but it's a different thing entirely in Tokyo.”
He rubs his hand along my chest. “Is it wrong that that turns me on?”
I lift my brow, and he bites his lower lip, giving me doe eyes.
Fucking menace.
“I don’t know if it’s wrong, but it sure isn’t right,” I answer, grasping his hair at the base and squeezing. “And if you think I've got anything left in the tank after you introduced me to the mile-high club, you severely overestimate my refractory period.”
“You’re such a disappointment, Anthony,” he teases, smoothing his hand over my ass.
Wrapped up in each other, we make our way to our chauffeured car and wind through the streets of Jakarta. I've never been here, and I love the modern architecture. Finally, we pull up to the hotel.
Mads wrinkles his forehead. “Why are we here? The hotel I booked is downtown.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. Do these accommodations not meet your exacting standards?”
“Shut up.” He fake pouts.
I wrap my arm around his head and bring it in for a kiss. “We are staying downtown, but this is where the operation is. I wanted to stop and give you a chance to see what we’re doing.”
“And what are you doing?” he asks, his expression sincere.
“Remember what happened when Wolfe Athletics stopped doing business with the company that enslaved people to make the shoes?”
Mads nods.
“When Rand realized they’d left the actual people involved hanging out to dry, he knew they had to do something. He had Luca hire a guy with a reputation for extracting people with minimal bloodshed. This is a surprise check-up.”
“To make sure the guy isn’t re-trafficking anyone, right?” Mads says, his voice serious.
“Correct.”
“Should I be here then?” he asks, scanning the hotel as the chauffeur pulls into the drive.
“I want you to see what can be done once the right people get involved. And I might not have known this Charlie guy for long, but he’s good people,” I say, putting my hand on his back and leading him into the hotel. “Rand rented this entire hotel to facilitate the transition.”
The lobby reminds me of the opening and closing scenes from Love Actually—families reuniting with shouts of joy and laughter as they hug each other tightly.
