It would make sense.
Do I ask?
Killian appears in the doorway of my office, looking like he’s been up all night. “What’s with you?”
He scowls as he plops himself down in the chair across from my desk. “I’m watching Vigo and now I’m supposed to be keeping tabs on your assistant. Doesn’t leave time for sleep.”
I grimace. He’s got a point. “Maybe we can hire?—”
He waves his hand, even as Gris walks into my office. “What are we discussing?”
Killian turns to our brother. “Keeping tabs on Gigi. But I’ve already found a solution. You remember Jake Kincaid?”
Back in Vegas, the Kincaids were our rival family, but we’ve partnered with great results. Jake is head of the Kincaids’ security. “Of course.”
“He’s arriving today. While Gigi is at work, he’ll tap her phone, place a camera in her apartment. Keep track of her laptop activity, etc.”
I go rigid in my chair. “How many men will have access to the feed and where in her apartment will it be placed?” It had better not be in her bedroom. No man is going to look at Gigi in her underwear but me.
Gris gives me a knowing grin.
“Toward the front door,” Killian answers, looking perplexed. “So we can see who enters and exits.”
“I want access to the feed.” I grab a pen from the holder on my desk, needing something to grip in my fist as I try and control the wave of unnamed emotions that are washing over me. I happen to know that Gigi walks around in her underwear. No other man is seeing that.
Killian jerks his chin. “Got it.”
“Gris,” I change the subject, needing to keep my wits. “Can I send you down to the daycare, see if you can charm the teachers into telling you anything that Emma might have shared?”
“Good idea,” Gris answers with a wink. “If there is something to learn, I’ll learn it.”
Killian gets up again, his steps slow as he moves toward the door. “I need a few hours of sleep, but that tire and auto shop you had me stationed at. It’s Vigo’s. He’s tightly guarded, but I saw him come through late Saturday night, along with his nephews.”
Nephews. I know of them too.
Five men who were all adopted by Vigo’s brother when they were kids, none of them are blood relatives. But they all wear these contacts so their eyes appear to be the same amber color. Some show of solidarity.
Fucking weird if you ask me.
“So Wilson’s Tire and Auto is Vigo’s company, which means he’ll be getting millions of payouts from us if the deal is signed.”
Killian shrugs. “He’s trying to get his cut no matter who develops the shore.”
Not if I can help it.
Not only is he not getting a cut, by the time I’m done, he’s not even going to be able to do business in New York.
I’ve had enough of Vigo and his attempts to take what’s mine.
Killian leaves, Gris taking his spot across from my desk. “I heard you spent Saturday with Gigi.”
“Some. It was mostly work.” I drop the pen on my desk, sitting back in my chair. “Scared the shit out of the kid.”
“Emma is adorable. What did you do?”
I scowl at my brother. “I just let out a breath. Loudly.” I scrub my hand over my jaw. “But she didn’t like the noise, I think. She started to cry.”
Are kids always that sensitive? I remember being afraid of men when I was little but that was because my father was a piece of shit that would backhand me for any small reason… I sit up in my chair. “I know that Gigi started here with a black eye, but you don’t think he hurt Emma, do you?”
