Chapter 4
Four
ROME
“Fat girls.”
Rage. Rage unlike anything I’ve ever felt before bubbles through my veins as I watch my manager insult the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever fucking seen.
I barely hear the confident response that comes out of her lips as I push back my chair and stomp out of the control room.
I watched my girl follow Loveland to her office and listened to her explain, with confidence, that she can do the job.
And then she was insulted so deplorably, I’d like to put a bullet through Loveland’s brain.
Too bad I don’t kill women.
I could call Carson. He doesn’t mind pulling the trigger if the mark has a pussy.
By the time I get to Loveland’s office, my little firefly is gone, and Loveland is already back to work.
“Get her,” I say, startling her, “and give her the fucking job. She starts tonight. And if you ever talk to someone like that again, I’ll fucking kill you myself.”
Her jaw drops as she stands from her desk.
“Rome—”
“My name is sir. Or Mr. Alexander.”
She blinks in confusion.
“Go get her and give her the job. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, her voice full of confusion as she rushes out of the office. Never seen her rush before. “But she’s probably gone by now.”
“Then you’d better find her.”