“Do it.” I nod. “Next.”
A plump man next to her coughs nervously, his face red. “I—we have managed to get the permits we need to build the new tower—” He keeps glancing at Roxanne, and I hold up my hand as I glance down at the report.
“You’re fired,” I tell him without looking up from the numbers.
“W—sir, what?” he sputters, his face red and mottled.
“You looked at my woman, you are fired. I want you gone in the next hour.” I look to the woman next to him. “You, tell me what he was incapable of sharing.”
“The permits are secured, we begin building at the end of the month,” she rushes out instantly.
“Good. What is your position?” I query, as the man storms from the room.
“I was his vice CEO.” She tilts her head back proudly.
“Not anymore, welcome aboard, CEO, make them aware you will need his wage and benefits immediately.” I nod and move on. We go around the room with no more issues, and Roxxane watches it all until we get to the last man.
“We have secured properties across the city for your new venture into the catering and bar business.”
I nod. “Good, that will all be going through Roxxane here. She’s in charge.”
I feel her staring at me and wink over at her. “Roxers is included in that. You may do whatever you wish, make them profitable, I’m sure—” I look over at the man, and he grins.
“Ried.”
“Ried here can help you with whatever you need.”
He looks at her then, and I watch him carefully, but he keeps his eyes locked on her face. “It’s a pleasure to work with you. I’ve seen Roxers, and it has a rustic appeal everyone is searching for now. I believe, with your vision and knowledge, we will have some amazing establishments.”
Her eyes widen as she looks him over. “You’re too clean, kid. Lose the tie and then we can talk.” I chuckle, unable to help myself, and she leans in closer. “Also, you ever get drunk? You look way too young.”
He nods nervously as he loses the tie. “Once or twice. I’ve been busy with university—”
“Good. First things first, go get trashed. You want to run a bar? You gotta know what sells, what they want. Go find it out,” she directs effortlessly. She might not realise it, but Roxxane is a natural born leader. She has all the requirements and doesn’t scare easily, she will be an added bonus to our company.
“Dismissed,” I call, and they all talk among themselves as they quickly collect their bags and folders and go to leave, but Ried hesitates, looking at Roxxane again.
“Ma’am—”
“Fuck, don’t call me that, it’s Roxy.”
He grins then, relaxing. “Roxy, would it be possible if I could present some ideas as well?”
She smiles at him. “Hell yes. I haven’t got a clue, kid, so you’re my go-to man.”
He seems to puff up at that and finally leaves.
“Roxers?” she asks, her eyebrow arched.
“It’s your bar.” I shrug. “Now you can do whatever the fuck you want…start a franchise, I don’t care, make your own money. Want to build a casino? Do it. Want a whole goddamn island? Just ask.”
She shakes her head, and I lean over, covering her mouth. “Our money is yours now, plus I invested some of your own from Roxers’ profits and you have more than you think. Get used to it, love.”
“I gotta admit, that was hot as hell watching you.” She laughs, leaning closer as I relax back in my chair. Grabbing her, I drop her onto my lap, and she rests back against the table, my suit jacket parting to show her rosy, perky nipples peeking through the shirt.
“Was it?” I press, my hands stroking up her thighs.
She nods, letting me push up the shirt. “Fuck yes, all in charge and in control. You should see how scared they were of you, it’s mental. So, all this business before dinner, what now?”
“Now? I’m going to fuck you on this table, Miss CEO, and then we’re going to take down the Triad.” I smirk.
She laughs as I push up the shirt until it bunches under her breasts. “Sounds good, get to work.”
Chapter Forty
ROXY
“D is in his den. Go see what he’s up to, will you?” Kenzo requests.
“Why me? I’m comfy.” I moan as I curl into his chest as we relax on the sofa while Ryder cooks.
“’Cause if I go, he won’t listen, but if you do, he will.” He smirks and then pushes me away. I tumble from the sofa with a swat, huffing as I turn on my heel and storm off. I rip open the front door and head to the elevator. The whole building’s scanners and security knows me now, so I can leave or go where I want. I ride down to the basement where D plays, and when the door slides open, I hear the screams from here.
I march down the corridor and lean against the doorway as he taunts the man he has in chains. “Who is he?” I call over the screams.
D turns with a wide grin on his face, his chest sweaty and bare, covered in blood. “A threat. Little Bird, come play!”
I grin but stay where I am. “Nope, this is all you.”
“Please, please fucking help me, he’s crazy!” the man yells, lunging in the chains, and D frowns and turns to him.
“It’s rude to interrupt a conversation,” he admonishes, and quickly stabs him before looking back at me. “Sorry, Little Bird, he has no manners. Everything okay?”
“Came to see what you were doing, I miss you.” I smirk, and within a second, he’s on me. He grabs me and tosses me to the wall, his lips crashing onto mine. He tastes like fire and blood, and I can’t help but groan.
“Hold that thought,” he mutters, as the man continues to scream. Panting and leaning against the wall, I watch as Diesel turns, grabs a fucking meat pulveriser, and smashes it through the man’s open mouth. With a turn, and what I can only describe as a ninja kick, he smashes it through his skull.
It stops the screaming, but it also seems to kill the man, and D frowns. “Shit, well, I guess you’re my plaything now,” he murmurs as he turns, his attention locked on me.
He heads my way and hoists me onto the toolbox again. We seem to end up in this position a lot. I’m still wearing the see-through shirt, but I put on knickers, not that it makes a difference with these men. He pulls his gun from his side and presses it to my head. The breath catches in my throat, even as my pussy clenches. Ryder and I were interrupted earlier. He almost shot the man, but he had work to do, so I haven’t orgasmed in like…twenty-four hours, which is just annoying.
“Little Bird, Little Bird, would you die for us?” he murmurs.
I smile. “Would I need to?”