“Keep your hands to yourself, mister. You have ten minutes to dress.”
“Yes, boss.” I mock.
“I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
“Why? Keep me company.” I drop my towel as I walk to my dresser for boxers. I am semi-hard from seeing her in the fitted dress that hugs her curves.
“Nope.” She takes her coat and makes it out the door before I can catch her.
I am really not in the mood for this dinner. I think it’s the reason I have been dragging my feet. I saw my father earlier and he reminded me about my pending marriage to Fiona. The man just doesn’t get it. The only reason I am going to this dinner is because of Ava and my mother. I’m buttoning my shirt when my phone rings. The screen reads Angus.
“What’s up Angus?”
“We have a little bit of a situation.”
“What happened?” I sit on the bed to put my shoes on.
“Another fight broke out. This time at the warehouse.” That is the third one today.
“Anyone gravely injured?”
“Not on our side. “
“What do you need?”
“I need clearance to beef up the warehouse. We could use four more.” I feel a headache coming.
“Granted. Anything else?”
“I hate to bring it up. The men are asking about their pay.”
“What do you mean? Have they not received it?”
“Two weeks. I would not have brought it up but morale isn’t good with all the changes.” Now I am pissed. The one thing I always make sure is our men are paid.
“Go to the controller. Freddy will have the money ready for pick up.”
“Thank you. Enjoy your dinner. I am sorry to bother you.”
“It’s my job.” I end the call. Angus is one of my close friends. We have known each other since we were teenagers. When I take over, he is being promoted to capo.
“Thank you, Mary.” I hear Ava say.
“What are we thankful for?” I hug Ava from behind.
“I was complimenting Ms. O'Brien, how beautiful she looks.”
“She does. You can take the rest of the weekend off and visit your daughter.”
“Thank you. I know she will be happy to see me. I never pass up the chance to see my granddaughter.”
“I guess we will see you next year.” Mary shakes her head and smiles at my lame joke. “Ready?”
“Yes. Are you driving?”
“Not tonight. I want to enjoy you.” I smack her ass.
“Keep your hands to yourself.” She giggles. What I am not telling her is I am not taking any chances. I am bringing six men including Marco.