She goes to laugh, but Fionn hovers closer, and she shuts her mouth. My eyes bug when I spy the Swiss Army knife in his hand. He twirls it around, and fuck.
If Mel knows what’s good for her, then she will just cooperate and keep her snarky comments to herself.
I still remember the way Killian treated Martina, and fear floods my veins, making my scent spike.
Mel drags me away into the shop, and I thank her internally for having the sense to work with me.
I’m sure there’s something she can do with my tracker.
I just want to see the look on Killian’s face when he sees what I have done with my accessory.
Chapter 14
Ted
KillianandIenterRomano’s restaurant, and they have reserved our table at the back as usual.
The family who runs the joint has been serving us for years, and we’re their best customers. Also, we’re their most prestigious.
We put them on the map, and thanks to Killian’s savvy ways, we turned their family business into a franchise.
They have restaurants all over the country now thanks to my boss, and that is why they treat us like kings from the moment we enter.
Old Romano died a few years back. However, his grandson Raymond took over, and now he leads us to our table, stuttering and sweating like a pig.
He’s afraid of us. Even though Killian treats him like family, the kid is still shit-scared of him.
He’s just twenty-three. His dad was a deadbeat, so he was pretty much raised by his grandfather.
Killian takes his seat once we reach the table, then grabs the menu. I place an arm around Raymond’s shoulder, tucking a hundred-dollar bill into his pocket. His eyes bug when he spies the money.
“Thanks, Ray.”
He bows his head, avoiding my eyes, and I know he’s afraid of the scar. I’m used to it.
“Th-thank you, sir.”
He scurries off.
I join Killian at the table, and I’m dying to talk to him about the omega.
How long does he plan on having her stay?
I grab my own menu, which is pretty pointless. I know Killian will order the usual.
Pepperoni.
“So,” I say. “I guess Hiroshi and Fionn will be joining us soon.”
“Yes,” he replies, his cold eyes perusing the selection of pizza toppings.
I sigh, peering around the restaurant. People look away when they meet my eyes, and I don’t even have to sneer or bare my teeth.
My reputation already precedes me.
“And the omega?”
“Yes, she’ll be arriving too.”