Bound to the Crime Boss

hia

s playing mind games with his evaluators,"

ssion and expected results? I should consider myself lucky," I retorted. T

ay to the car and took a

y. The fact that he didn't use harsh words with you suggests

mly. Seeing my resolve, Thompson started the engine

an unfamiliar car parked nearby, arousing my curiosity and

f of masculine cologne, putting me on high a

attering in the kitchen. I looked around for a

heart racing. I tried to stay calm despite

I found no one there, just

ed, bending down to

face an imposing man, nearly seven feet tall. "A remo

ow did you get in

of takeout, knowing the boss has a gi

the police," I declared, reaching for my

s?" He waved my

t, but he held it out of reach. "Wh

living room," he suggested,

ake himself comfortable and helpin

, or should I call the police?" I

ouldn't have known I was here," he said, rolli

I snapped, l

er protection,"

out of my house!" I was furiou

been watching your place for days. Someon

ly remembered leaving for Chicago wit

swered my question. W

"I don't usually break protocol, but I'll make an ex

ow could Damian have sent so

in prison. He couldn't have given

ctor. There's a lot you don't

o discern the truth. "I

d, pulling out a phone. "A call from Damian

put it on speaker. When the call con

Damian's familiar voice came t

can't make calls from pri

keep quiet about this, or you might find yourself in tro

u doing thi

ession; I'm looking forward to the next." With that, he h