“Insecurities? With us?”
“Not so much. Mostly about what I’ll do after we’re done.”
“Woman, we’ll never be done,” Alastair said.
“Then I’ll stay happy. Besides, I don’t know why we’re talking about me. Duncan and Angelica are having problems.”
“We’re talking about you because of what you said. I think we need to go to our rooms. Duncan will take care of his woman.”
Beth shook her head. “No. I’m fine, really. Go back to work. I know you had a lot to do today.”
“Nothing is more important than you.”
“But—”
Alastair held a hand out. “Now, Beth.”
Duncan heard her sigh, and she walked over to his brother.
The devastating emotion in his brother’s eyes made him grit his teeth. He waited until they left before he turned back to Angelica’s sisters.
“Now, tell me about this mistress I supposedly have,” he said.
“Angelica has seen Larissa coming out of your office wiping her mouth like she just … you know,” Faith said.
“Larissa, the maid?”
“Yes. The one you slept with and was supposed to fire but didn’t,” Hope said.
“Jesus Christ, I fucked up once several months ago. You two weren’t even here then. It was right after the shit Freya caused. I was drunker than I’ve ever been.”
“You haven’t touched her since?” Hope asked.
“Fuck no. In fact, she’s not even supposed to be here. When did Angel see her?”
“A few days ago, and then today, Angelica ran into her and asked what she was doing here. The whore asked her why you would fire someone you needed all the time.”
Duncan gritted his teeth. That fucking bitch was going to pay. “I’ll take care of her later. Right now, I need to get to my angel.” He knew exactly where to look. “I’ll be back with her.”
On the way out, he stopped one of his men. “Find Larissa and put her in the shed for me.”
“Do you want her tied up, sir?”
“Yes, and gag her. She fucked with my woman, and she’snot even supposed to be here. I fired her a week ago.”
“I’ll find her.”
“Thank you.” Now, he needed to concentrate on finding his angel and getting her home where she belonged.
Chapter Eighteen
Duncan’s driver drove up to the Moretti mansion and parked. “Thank you,” he said to the driver.
“You’re welcome, sir.”
“We shouldn’t be too long.”
“Very good, sir. I’ll be here.”