“I think he has an obsession with us, boys. It seems he supplied Sophie,” I said, drawing Alec’s attention.
Nick leaned over my desk, and I slid the ashtray toward him. To anyone else, it would’ve looked like a casual movement—but I saw the tension in his body. The stiffness in his shoulders. The tight line of his mouth. The rage burning behind his eyes.
“Do you honestly think you’re man enough?” Alec chuckled.
“Rumour has it Eric here has to pay for it,” Nick said, taking another drag of his cigarette.
“I do not,” Eric snapped indignantly.
“Payment in drugs is still a form of payment,” I said, growing weary of the arsehole.
He didn’t dispute it. Just lifted his glass and took another sip.
“My turnover is substantial—”
“A vote,” I cut in abruptly.“Anyone want this dickhead working with us?”
The word no echoed through my office, overlapping and absolute—but his humiliation wasn’t complete.
“Ella?” I said softly.
Her head jerked up. She looked at us—then at him.
“Your vote.”
The words were meant for her, but my eyes strayed to Eric, watching him simmer.
“No.”
“The final vote,” I said calmly.“Now fuck off.”
I didn’t bother hiding my smile as Nick grabbed him by the back of the neck. The dull thud of the glass hitting the rug was followed by Eric’s angry rant as Nick frog-marched him out of the office, Alec close on their heels.
I made a call and had security bar Eric Wardle from the premises. Whatever we did to him, it wouldn’t be done in Dominion.
Ella kept glancing at me while we waited for Nick and Alec to return.
“Why don’t we go home?” I said when they did.
Eric’s presence had left a nasty taste in my mouth, and I wanted to erase the unpleasantness from Ella’s mind.
Chapter 42
Alec
Nick dragged Eric into the lift without releasing his grip on the man’s collar. I stepped in behind them and hit the ground-floor button.
Eric started to spout something about Ella, but I’d reached my limit.
While Nick slammed his face into the wall of the lift, I grabbed his cock and balls, squeezing until I had a firm hold.
“No,” he gasped—just as I crushed the soft flesh through the fabric of his trousers.
Nick chuckled when Eric crumpled down, screeching in agony.
“One more word about Ella,” I said, leaning down and tightening my grip until all he could do was whimper,“and we’ll come back to remove this useless sack.”
The lift pinged.
