Fiz just laughs, dropping his hand and backing away from me. “Oh, baby, if you knew what I can do with my tongue, you would not be so repulsed by me.” He goes to the door, ushering me out. “Come on.”
I walk out on shaky legs, feel him following me, feel his dark eyes burning into my ass, but my brain’s too preoccupied to care. What the fuck can he do with histongue?
CHAPTER 22
ALFIE
Isit back on a chair in the corner of the room as the restaurant empties, Caden beside me rolling up his sleeves. We asked Milo to hang about as well for clean-up.
Drago’s minions had swarmed us when El rushed off to the ladies’. Caden got paranoid so he sent Fiz in after her. They both came out, El looking a little flustered, Fiz with an impassive expression. I asked what went down, Fiz said nothing, she was just washing her hands.
Neither of us believed him.
But that’s not why Caden and I are currently waiting for everyone to leave. He asked Fiz to take Elodie to the car. He’s not happy about missing out on the “fun”, but someone has to make sure she stays in the car.
Just a little while before the end of the dinner, we were approached by some of Russell’s other employees. Nondescript, unimportant employees. Drivers, errand boys. It seems their egos were far bigger than they should have been.
“What a gorgeous bride you have!” one kid cooed, eyeing up Elodie, who stood beside Caden, blushing.
Caden kept his cool, thanked him, it was all civil.
Until the blonde bastard next to him had to go and overstep the line. The boy, who couldn’t have been much older than Caden, perhaps around my age, stepped into Elodie’s space, picked up her hand, and kissed it. I didn’t understand why Caden didn’t stop him with his cat-like reflexes. Perhaps he didn’t think the kid would be that dumb.
“Such a beautiful, young woman,” the boy had said, eyes fixed on Elodie, voice full of challenge, like he was daring Caden to do something. “No ring, though? Scandalous.”
Caden stood there, observing the interaction, eyes flicking to Elodie, who shimmied her hand out of the boy’s grip, cheeks red and lips pressed tightly together. Then the boy grew an even bigger pair of balls. He reached his hand up to stroke Elodie’s face. Elodie flinched away, but Caden snatched up his wrist before he could get a finger on her skin.
“Do not touch my fiancé,” Caden warned in a simple, no-nonsense tone, emanating that effortless dominance.
The boy snickered, Caden dropped his hand, but he wasn’t deterred.
“She’s not made of gold, Cade,” the kid said, “not that precious.” Still with a challenge in his voice.
Well, he’s about to learn that Caden never backs down from a challenge.
I’d collected the boy as everyone was saying their goodbyes, told him that Russell has a job for him and to go and wait in the kitchen in the back. He complied without question.
Russell’s the last to leave, giving his son one last handshake before walking out into the night.
We rise from our seats. Caden saunters off into the back, I follow a step behind.
The boy’s got his hands in his pockets, wandering around aimlessly while he waits. I shut the door behind me, the click causing him to look our way.
“Where’s Russell?” he asks.
“Have a seat,” Cade says.
The boy frowns. I think it says a lot about his importance and position in the business if I don’t even know his name.
He looks around and finds a chair in the corner. I step ahead and grab the chair, dragging it to the middle of the floor. “Sit.”
“What’s going on?” he asks as he lowers himself down.
Cade ignores him, goes over to one workstation where the knife rolls are. He unravels one, taking his time. The boy watches him, panic slowly rising in those brown eyes.
“Can you tell me what this is about?”
“You seemed so comfortable with my fiancé tonight,” Caden says casually. “Any reason why? Do you know her? Or are you really just that stupid?”
