“I’m going to kill him,” I admitted calmly. “You’re going to tell him thank you, and then shut your damn mouth.” “I’d rather throw myself from my balcony.” “If you fuck my relationship with Allister, Gianna . . .” I frowned. “What do you mean? I thought he was just one of your men?” He laughed. “He’s his own man. It took my father a long time to convince him to work with us, and if you’ve fucked it up I’m gonna strangle the shit out of you.” Oh. No wonder Allister always looked at me like I was simple-minded when I’d talk to him like he was the help.
