Page 48 of The King's Boy

I squealed again and then jumped into King's arms. As I started peppering his face with kisses, I slid the earpiece out of my pocket and into his ear. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

King stiffened for a moment before chuckling and patting me on the butt. "You should probably start getting ready for our night out. I'm sure Maria is waiting to give you your massage."

I sat back. "Oh yeah. I could use it. My feet are killing me. Do you know how much work it is to find just the right blouse? I had to drag Boden to so many stores. Pretty sure he's ready to kill me at this point."

"Boden adores you and you know it."

I beamed again before batty my eyelashes. "It's a gift."

"Okay, baby, I need to get back to work."

I slowly panned to the men staring at me with varying degrees of amusement and annoyance. Mostly amusement. The guy standing like a statue by the window was clearly annoyed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in a meeting."

"It’s fine, baby."

I quickly shoved everything back into my bag and the leaned over to press a kiss to King's cheek. "If you get done early, come get a massage with me."

"I will."

I smiled brightly at the three men and then bounced my way out of the office. The second I closed the door behind me, I slumped back against it and closed my eyes.

"Well?" Malloy asked.

I nodded. "Earpiece is in."

Malloy nodded before gesturing back down the hallway. "Then let's get you to the safe room. Until the intruder is caught, King will want you somewhere safe."

"What about him?" I asked. "He's all alone in there."

"Go with Boden. I'll take care of King."

I glared at Malloy. "If anything happens to him..."

I didn't think I needed to say more.

Chapter Fifteen

~ King ~

If I ever got my hands on whoever let Spencer into my study, I was going to put a bullet in their head. I had specifically sent him out shopping without me so that no one would see him. The last thing I wanted was for one of the mafia families to learn about him. He already had a target on his head. He didn't need another one.

"My apologies for the interruption."

The man across from me waved his hand as he chuckled. "No worries. My Nicky is the same way."

Even though I already knew about Vincenzo Borelli's husband Nicky, it was brave of the man to bring him up. Since they were married, Nicky fell under the spouse and family veil, which meant he was untouchable.

Maybe that was something I needed to consider for Spencer's safety. By agreement of all five families, if he was my spouse, he would be untouchable, much like Nicky.

Not that I would ever consider going after Borelli's husband, but the O'Donnells had had no such qualms. They had driven us into the mud with their greed. I was hoping with this meeting to change the bad reputation of the Irish here in New York City.

"How is married life treating you?" I asked since he had brought up his husband. "You haven't been married long, right?"

"Six months," Borelli replied before a mysterious smile crossed his lips. "Married life is unlike anything I ever experienced. Or maybe it's just Nicky. He's not...uh..." Borelli tilted his head, his brow furrowing. "He doesn't care that I am a mafia boss and could bury him six feet under with a snap of my fingers. He's not intimidated by me in the least." He let out a little chuckle. "Makes me wonder if I am losing my edge."

"You aren't," I assured him. "I simply think he sees you as just a guy and not a mob boss." Kind of how Spencer saw me. "Be thankful for it."