Luciano
“What did you find?”
Marcus grunted at my question. “Nothing. It seems Darren’s made off with the rest of the drugs.”
My lips pulled tightly at the corners, and I could feel the digging of my nails into my palm. It was quite rare to see someone try to steal from me. Very fucking rare.
Everyone knew the damn repercussions of taking what was mine and they made sure to stay clear.
Rules were important to run a successful organization. When the people adhere to rules, there is order and peace. But when one person flouts it?
I leaned against my chair, toying with a pen I had taken off my desk. It was barely four in the evening. I couldn’t just up and leave my company to take off after some idiot who thought he could steal from me and get out alive.
“Boss?” Marcus’ voice reached my ears through the earpiece. “Should I take care of him?”
I hummed, indicating that I was still thinking. There was a reason the police couldn’t pin me down. And that was because I was never impulsive. Never fucking impulsive. I made decisions after calculating all the odds and every possible outcome.
If Marcus goes to take care of Darren, he would be noticed as absent from the company. A single absence was nothing, but considering I had sent him to ‘take care’ of certain idiots the last two weeks as well, people would start to talk. Talking meant ideas were being exchanged and that meant even worse things.
I stopped flipping the pen and nodded. I had to control the flow of information about Marcus. And about myself. Feeding the police just what they needed to know, but never enough so they couldn’t catch me. One could conclude I was almost invincible.
“Let’s have Al do it,” I said at last. “Contact Al, and brief him about Darren’s location.”
“Yes, Boss,”
“Marcus,” I said, “Every last sniff of those drugs must be recovered.”
“Sure thing boss.” He replied curtly and I tapped the earpiece to hang up.
Reaching for a file on my desk, I flipped it open to scan the contents. There was nothing new, at least, nothing that I didn’t know already. I threw it aside and reached for another when my eyes caught movement in the anteroom. I narrowed my eyes to watch through the glass.
My assistant had knocked a large tower of files to the floor. It was definitely on purpose. Raven Gonzalez was not the clumsy type unless she was being a fool. I had seen it the first day and every other day afterward. She was skillful. Her movements were precise and coordinated, heck even her supposed clumsiness looked coordinated.
If she took some martial arts, she would certainly excel at them. A memory flashed in my head, one of a few days before when I had tried to grab her neck. She had deftly blocked my hands with ease. Had it just been a reflex action or was there something more behind her movements?
I would bet that there was something more. Especially with the way she bent to retrieve the files. Her heart-shaped ass hung up in the air, encased in some peach-colored skirt that hugged it a little too tight. It would seem she’d set her eyes on having me and thought seducing me would get my attention.
Nonsense. As if I would ever dally with my employee.
Tearing my eyes away from her, I returned my attention to the files in my hands. I had to speed up the investment with Caldwell. Castello Industries had been trying to score one with him in the past six months and I couldn’t have that.
Moretti Industries was and will always be number one. Whatever competition there was, would be crushed into tiny pieces. As I imagined where to meet Caldwell so we could seal the deal finally and he could wander off to Puerto Rico or wherever the hell he wanted to, my eyes wandered to my assistant again.
She wasn’t bent over anymore and that was a fucking relief. I was beginning to consider tossing her out in her ass. But what I saw made me frown even more.
She was on a call.
Raven had been working with me for almost a month now and during that period, the only calls I had ever seen her make or receive were business calls. Calls from investors, and other weird folks who thought they could just book an appointment with the CEO of Moretti Industries as long as they had the number to his office.
And she had answered them all with grace and poise. Exactly as it should be. But now?
She sat on her desk, slightly turned away from me. Her fingers twirled her very voluminous hair and I could see her shoulders shaking lightly.
It was a man. It had to be. Finger-twirling hair?! Definitely a man.
Without thinking, I rose from my desk and approached her. When her eyes caught mine through the glass, she quickly cut the call and rose from her desk.
No way in fucking hell! I was right. She had been speaking with a man. Who was he? Her boyfriend? Husband? With a growl, I pushed the glass door aside and marched towards her.
“Who the hell was that?” I demanded.
Her eyes widened a tiny fraction and she blinked. “It was a personal call, sir.”
Like hell, I didn’t know it was. I reached for the phone in one of her hands and she had the guts, the fucking audacity to hide the phone behind her back.
“Give me the fucking phone,” I ordered.
Her green eyes flashed with a fire I knew she possessed within her. Sometimes, she was quite mysterious. She had the soft-spoken voice of an angel but in her eyes, I could see the determination of a fierce woman. It was hard to decide who she was. A skillful angel or a tempting seductress.
“It was a personal call, there’s nothing that says I can’t make a personal call at work-”
Before she completed the sentence, I turned her around, holding her hands behind her, and yanked the phone out of her grasp. With one hand holding her in place, against me, I searched for the phone in my hands. The last contact she had was named “FreddyLove”.
Something burned within me. Anger and disgust at her. I pulled her firmly against me and murmured in her ear. “You dirty whore. Just how many men have you deceived with your wiles?!”
“Let go of me!” She snapped, her voice losing the softness it usually held.
“Who is he?” I demanded. Somehow it seemed only right to know.
“He is none of your business,” she retorted, wiggling against me.
I held a hand firmly on her hips, holding her down against me. A jolt ran down my spine and my eyes closed at the impact. Lowering my lips I brushed them lightly against her earlobe and would have grinned when she went still if I wasn’t so pissed with her.
And I couldn’t fucking understand why I was pissed.
“Raven, who the hell is he?” I whispered again, wrapping my hands around her waist. If I had to get her to talk. Then I fucking will. Trailing my fingers up the black body con top she wore, my eyes fell on the visible mounds of her tanned breasts. An image of her out in the open, naked as she tanned herself in the sun slipped into my head. How could a woman be so fucking shameless?! With a growl, I reached underneath her breasts and propped them higher, a ridiculous desire to see if they were entirely tanned pulsed through me.
Raven went limp against me then, panting as I pushed them higher until they were halfway out of her top. “Nobody,” she panted, grinding against me. “He’s nobody.”
Why did hearing her say that, make me feel so fucking satisfied? I glanced at her breasts again and recoiled away from her as if I had been burned. What the hell had I been thinking?!
I pinched my nose, trying to calm down and retrace my steps. Luciano Moretti was never impulsive. And yet I had acted on a stupid impulse without considering that she must have done it all just so she could seduce me.
“Luciano?” She whispered, turning to face me with wide green eyes.
I pinned her with a glare and tossed her phone to the floor, watching in satisfaction how it broke to pieces. “It’s Mr. Moretti to you,” I said coldly. “No more personal calls at work from now on. If you want to whore around, do it outside my company.”
Stomping out of the adjoined room, I avoided my desk and headed straight out of the office. My phone rang and I clicked on the earpiece.
“Al has found Darren Boss,” Marcus supplied. “Should he finish him off?”
“No,” I replied, in need of something else to distract me from my mistake today. “Take him home. I’ll handle him myself.”