“Someone better have got the fucking license plate. That vehicle aimed for Alicia,” I snarled at Mace, my other bodyguard.
“The witnesses are giving statements, and Dillion’s hung back to listen. We can also tap your contacts in the police if we need to.”
“I pay enough into the widows’ and children’s fund. Mace, I want to know everything. Someone deliberately tried to hurt Alicia. If I hadn’t been there…” I broke off. A world without Alicia Kensington was unthinkable.
“Dillion will get what we require.”
Was Mace patronising me? I couldn’t tell. He’d worked for me for fifteen years, and Dillion for thirteen.
“Is Alicia being seen?”
“Mrs Kensington has a doctor in with her. She’s unharmed,” Mace replied. There was a twinkle in his eye that made me scowl.
“Don’t read more into this,” I warned Mace.
“No, boss, even if you did risk your life for her.”
“Mace—”
“And you’re buying the loft next to hers.”
“Too far,” I snapped, and Mace grinned before wiping his expression. My bodyguard was an asshole.
“Plus, you’re also purchasing Dillion and me the apartments on the floor under you, alongside Stellan and Pax,” Mace murmured.
Loudly, I sighed. That made sense to me. The four apartments under mine and Alicia’s being used by my bodyguards meant added security. Having them underneath was easier in the long run. Sure, I had a penthouse elsewhere, but Alicia was choosing to live there, and I wanted to be close. Anyone who didn’t like it could sue.
“Get me the information, Mace. I want to know who was driving.” I wouldn’t be shocked if it had been Oliver or his cum bucket whore.
Alicia
“Thanks, doctor,” I said, shaking his hand as he released me. On leaving the room, I was surprised to find one of Cain’s acquaintances outside.
“Mr Russell would like to see you,” he stated.
“Cain? His friends call him Mr Russell?” I asked, confused.
“Mr Russell’s my employer, ma’am.”
“Oh. Um. Okay, lead the way, McDuff,” I replied, trying to be flippant and failing. What would Cain be thinking of my earlier actions? Red hit my cheeks again, and his employee studiously ignored me. We walked down the corridor to another private room. Cain was inside having a support put around his neck.
“You were injured!” I hissed and rushed forward.
“Broken collarbone. It’s not the first time,” Cain replied, brushing away my concerns. My hands fluttered helplessly. I wasn’t sure whether to touch him.
“Cain, I want to apologise. What I did was inappropriate and violated your personal space. I was just worried you were badly hurt.” I wrung my hands together, and Cain reached out with his good one and grasped them.
“Alicia, calm down.”
“I can’t. My actions went beyond the bounds of decency. Sorry,” I blurted.
Cain’s eyes narrowed. That made everything worse.
“Oh, God. Do you need the police to make a statement? I’ll admit what I did. I never meant harm or to sexually harass you…”
“Alicia, shut up. You, leave,” Cain ordered the doctor, who looked completely confused.
“Cain…”
