Fuck me.
“I got your email,” Liam drawled. “And decided to take care of it in person.”
“Now?” My finger tightened around the trigger.
“Yes, now.” Annoyance made his accent thicken. “Unless you’ve got a more enticing way to spend the evening?”
I did.
But I would be damned if I let him know that.
I looked back at Amanda and jerked my chin. She shook herself, taking the hint, and rose. I hated the way she trembled, though she fought to hide it.
Tucking my gun at the small of my back, I hoped the gesture put her at ease. “Come in.”
“Thank you kindly,” Liam sneered, giving me a mocking bow.
Whiskey wafted from him, but true to his roots, he didn’t swagger. I found it hard to believe I was inviting the green devil into my sanctuary.
“How did you get in here?” I closed the door hard.
“Oh, ya know, I charmed your guards,” Liam chuckled and scratched the ribbons tying his mask in place. “Said that we had business and showed the tiny fella the email.”
I was going to beat the shit out of Guglielmo. Why the hell the assassin was on with the guards, messing with my order, would be sorted out later. At the same time, I wanted to kick myself for sending that email. I thought it was a great plan! Part of the show-Amanda-how-good-things-could-be-here plan.
I should have just been content with booking the honeymoon trip to the Caribbean.
No, instead, I had to see if there were any of my contacts looking to hire a badass lawyer.
Liam let out a short whistle. “Hello there, lass.”
I bristled. “Don’t speak that way to her.”
“Why?” Liam rounded on me, cocking a brow.
“That’s my wife.”
His sky-blue eyes flashed with amusement. “Ah, makes sense now.” Turning his attention back to Amanda, he stuck out his hand. “I take it you’re the young lady I was meant to interview?”
Gathering her professional façade around her like a cloak, Amanda tipped up her chin, crossed the distance, and reached to shake his hand. “I’m Amanda.”
I lunged between them, catching her against my body. “And if you want to keep that hand, you won’t touch her.”
That only made the green fucker laugh harder. “Jaysus, would you look at that. I never thought I’d see the day. Congratulations, felicitations, and all that shite.” Liam waved his hand. “But if ya don’t mind, can we get on with it?”
“I’d prefer that,” I snarled.
“Excuse me.” Amanda shifted against my hold. “But what exactly is going on?”
Liam raised his brows. “You didn’t tell her?”
“Tell me what?” Amanda jerked.
“I didn’t have thechance,” I bit out.
“Well, come on, lass—” Liam held up his hands and switched to a mocking Italian accent. “My apologies, I meant Signora Messina. Please, have a seat.”
“Enzo?” Amanda warned.
