She strutted over to the row of filing cabinets, bent over to the second one from the bottom, and wiggled her ass in my direction. I tried, unsuccessfully, to hide my groan.
Caity popped up and turned to me. “Are you okay? Are you sick?”
“No,” I grumbled, looking back at my screens.
She waltzed over to my desk, leaning forward to the point I could see down her blouse, and placed her hand on my forehead. I pulled my head back, not wanting her to touch me. Her hands on any part of my body would sever what little control I had right now.
“Let me make sure you don’t have a fever.”
“I don’t have a fuckin’ fever. I’m fine.”
Caity straightened up and glared at me. “Well, excuse me for caring.”
She spun around and went back to the file cabinet, grabbing what she needed before stomping out the door.
“Caity,” I called out, wanting to apologize, but she held up her hand, her middle finger prominently giving me my answer.
Mac walked in after Caity left, chuckling. He sat on the couch and stared at me.
“Shut up, Mac.”
“I didn’t say a word.” He shrugged.
“You didn’t have to; your face says everything.”
“You know she’s doing it on purpose,” he said, and I glared at him.
“I know,” I admitted as I typed at my keyboard. I was currently doing a deep dive on Vito Bianchi. I’d found out after kicking Caity out of my house that my daughter had gone to Crispin Sinclair for a favor.
He’d given her an extensive file on Valentino Valentinetti. According to Maddie, he hadn’t asked for anything in return, but I didn’t trust the son of a bitch. He hadn’t asked yet, but Sinclair always collected on his debts.
When I was done with this, I had four Russian names to dig into. Constantine Baranov, the formerPakhan.Boris Petrovich, Maxim Fedorov’s older brother. And Timofey and Jascha Mikhaylov.
There was scant information on the last two names. Their files were thin. They were brothers who’d broken out in the underground fighting circuit but disappeared shortly after Eamon was killed.
Either he was trying to make money off them, or he wanted to recruit them to work for theSociety. Either way, I needed to find whatever information I could.
I heard the elevator bell ring and looked out into the hall when I heard, “Mmm mmm, momma, you are fucking gorgeous.”
Oh fuck no.
Mac and I both stood quickly and moved into the hall where I found a biker leering at my woman. And she was fucking smiling. Make no mistake, I might have walked away temporarily, but Caity was still fucking mine.
He was slightly shorter than me, maybe six foot two or three. But where I was lean, his arms were bulked with muscles.
“Can I help you?”
The biker took his time pulling his eyes away from Caity, and when he did, he grinned at me.
“She yours?” he asked, tipping his head in Caity’s direction.
“Yes,” I growled at the same time Caity vehemently said, “No!”
He held out his hand. “Name’s Dread. Need to speak to the boss.”
“Why?”
“Sorry, can’t tell you. Client confidentiality and all.”
