doing your work and getting it done, then you need to leave now. I prefer blondes. That’s obvious. Look around. But I don’t prefer anybody alive over my wife. Understand me? I want to make sure everybody in this office
understands that. Because if you have a
problem with what I’m saying, or if you thought your good looks were going to
win me over, you need to leave now. You’re in the wrong fucking place. Leave now.”
As
Gemma suspected, nobody went anywhere. Not one so much as moved an inch. Sal paid top dollar. And besides,
Gemma was certain, many of them still probably didn’t believe him and would try
him whenever they could.
But
Sal was satisfied enough that he placed his hand on the small of Gemma’s back,
and began escorting her into his office.
Gemma
wasn’t crazy about the fact that he had such a weakness for pretty blondes, a
weakness that was so pronounced that he could hire a staff full of them and not
realize what he had done. But it was a
fact: her gentleman preferred blondes. But she wasn’t about to dye her hair or do some other ridiculous thing
to supplement that weakness. Because she
believed him when he admitted that he had a weakness for beautiful blondes, but
he had a greater weakness for her. Any
other man, and she would be concerned. But Sal was her man. She believed
he was strong enough to know the difference.
The
door to Santino Druce’s office flew open and slammed shut, and Sal began
walking toward his desk so fast it looked as if he was running. Santino’s heart fell through his shoe as he
stood up. Jody, who was still in the
office, stood up too.
But
Sal hurried right past Jody, with Sal’s designer suit flapping around his
muscular frame as if he was moving so fast even his clothes couldn’t keep
up. And he had eyes only for his chief,
not his chief’s lieutenant.
“Mr.
Gabrini,” Santino said nervously. “Everything
okay?”
Sal
grabbed him by the catch of his collar and slung him against the
floor-to-ceiling window, rattling the window. “You think you’re smart, don’t you?” Sal asked him. “You think your ass is smarter than
mine? Think you can play me and get away
with it?”
“What
are you talking about, sir? I don’t know
what you mean!”
Jody
knew what he meant. He even began
backing up, wondering if he should make a run for it. He knew who they were working for. He knew what Sal Gabrini was capable of!
But
Sal wasn’t thinking about Jody. His
entire venom was being spewed at Santino. “You saw me fucking my wife, didn’t you?” he asked him. “You sat your fat ass in this office and
watched me fuck my wife? Didn’t you?”
“No
sir! Why would you believe something
like that? I just got in my office.”
“You
lying motherfucker! I saw your ass!”
That
stopped Santino cold. “But how?” he had
the nerve to ask. Even Jody knew that
was the wrong question.
And
Jody was right. Sal slammed Santino
harder against the window, rattling it to a near breaking point. “There’s a separate kill switch in that
elevator for your monitor, and I forgot about that. I forgot all about it. That’s on me. But what your stupid ass didn’t realize is that I never leave my fate in
the hands of somebody else. Not even my
head of security, a man I’m supposed to trust. I have a kill switch for your fucking kill switch. I have a monitor monitoring your fucking
monitor!”
This
was news to Santino and Jody, and their facial expressions showed just how
surprising that news was to them. But
Sal didn’t give a damn about their surprise. He was still fuming. “After my
wife left my office a few minutes ago, I took a look at the tape. Just to make sure. And I saw your ass! I saw you sitting in here watching me make
love to my wife. I saw you get a hard-on
watching my wife! My wife !
understands that. Because if you have a
problem with what I’m saying, or if you thought your good looks were going to
win me over, you need to leave now. You’re in the wrong fucking place. Leave now.”
As
Gemma suspected, nobody went anywhere. Not one so much as moved an inch. Sal paid top dollar. And besides,
Gemma was certain, many of them still probably didn’t believe him and would try
him whenever they could.
But
Sal was satisfied enough that he placed his hand on the small of Gemma’s back,
and began escorting her into his office.
Gemma
wasn’t crazy about the fact that he had such a weakness for pretty blondes, a
weakness that was so pronounced that he could hire a staff full of them and not
realize what he had done. But it was a
fact: her gentleman preferred blondes. But she wasn’t about to dye her hair or do some other ridiculous thing
to supplement that weakness. Because she
believed him when he admitted that he had a weakness for beautiful blondes, but
he had a greater weakness for her. Any
other man, and she would be concerned. But Sal was her man. She believed
he was strong enough to know the difference.
The
door to Santino Druce’s office flew open and slammed shut, and Sal began
walking toward his desk so fast it looked as if he was running. Santino’s heart fell through his shoe as he
stood up. Jody, who was still in the
office, stood up too.
But
Sal hurried right past Jody, with Sal’s designer suit flapping around his
muscular frame as if he was moving so fast even his clothes couldn’t keep
up. And he had eyes only for his chief,
not his chief’s lieutenant.
“Mr.
Gabrini,” Santino said nervously. “Everything
okay?”
Sal
grabbed him by the catch of his collar and slung him against the
floor-to-ceiling window, rattling the window. “You think you’re smart, don’t you?” Sal asked him. “You think your ass is smarter than
mine? Think you can play me and get away
with it?”
“What
are you talking about, sir? I don’t know
what you mean!”
Jody
knew what he meant. He even began
backing up, wondering if he should make a run for it. He knew who they were working for. He knew what Sal Gabrini was capable of!
But
Sal wasn’t thinking about Jody. His
entire venom was being spewed at Santino. “You saw me fucking my wife, didn’t you?” he asked him. “You sat your fat ass in this office and
watched me fuck my wife? Didn’t you?”
“No
sir! Why would you believe something
like that? I just got in my office.”
“You
lying motherfucker! I saw your ass!”
That
stopped Santino cold. “But how?” he had
the nerve to ask. Even Jody knew that
was the wrong question.
And
Jody was right. Sal slammed Santino
harder against the window, rattling it to a near breaking point. “There’s a separate kill switch in that
elevator for your monitor, and I forgot about that. I forgot all about it. That’s on me. But what your stupid ass didn’t realize is that I never leave my fate in
the hands of somebody else. Not even my
head of security, a man I’m supposed to trust. I have a kill switch for your fucking kill switch. I have a monitor monitoring your fucking
monitor!”
This
was news to Santino and Jody, and their facial expressions showed just how
surprising that news was to them. But
Sal didn’t give a damn about their surprise. He was still fuming. “After my
wife left my office a few minutes ago, I took a look at the tape. Just to make sure. And I saw your ass! I saw you sitting in here watching me make
love to my wife. I saw you get a hard-on
watching my wife! My wife !
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