Mobbed By Him #2 (Mobbed By Him Romance Series - Book #2) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (2 page)

I had always just run the money; I had never killed
anyone before in my life. It was ridiculous that they would want me to handle
this stuff. We had hired killers on staff, literally on the payroll, so why was
I dealing with this? Even ordering a kill seemed like too much blood on my
hands. I didn't like that idea at all. This was the part of my job I didn't
care for; in fact, it made me physically ill. Was that bad for a MOB boss? I
just assumed my father left all the dirty work to his lackeys and kept out of
it. I didn't want any part in deciding how someone should die.
Gord
should be doing it since he didn't seem to give a shit
about anything.

“So what do you think, Damon?”

I realized then that I had been lost in my own
thoughts. Had I just been staring at him in a daze? It was hard to say. I had
no idea what to do and that much was the truth. How did most people die? With a
bullet to the head, that seemed quick and painless.
Oh hell...

I sighed. “I think I'm going to have to think about
this one for a while. Just leave it with me for now.” Like I really wanted to
think of it later, that was the last thing I ever wanted to think about again.
But it had to be done. Maybe I would go talk to my mother about this. There was
a chance she would be appalled and then I could enforce traditions to be
changed. My mother had that kind of power in the organization,

Gord
nodded. “Will do.”

“Anything else?” I looked back down at the list.

“Nope, I think that's enough for you to handle for
now.”

“Yeah, no shit. Oh by the way, the new head accountant
just started today. Her name is Cadence.”

“Great. Glad that's handled. I'll check in with you
later, boss.”

I nodded. I put my fingers in a steeple position and
rested my head on them. Well my day had just gone to the shitter pretty
quickly. I had suddenly got quite a bit on my hands and I really wanted no part
of it. No wonder my father had experienced a heart attack. Maybe if he wasn't
out planning murders he would have lived longer. I was learning rather quickly
how stressful it was running the MOB. There was just so much that went into it.
I needed to make some changes and part of those changes needed to ensure that
my hands were never stained red with someone's blood on them. That shit should
be left to the lackeys; that was what they got paid for.

The most important part about running that
organization was to keep it hidden, to not let anyone know what was going on.
That was the easy part. We had been doing that part for many
many
years now. But now I had to decide on people's lives
and whether they deserved to die. That part I believed was out of my hands; it
appeared that they had to die no matter what. So how was I going to have them
killed? Why couldn't they have been model employees and made my life easier? I
can guarantee that McDonald's never had to deal with this kind of shit.

Not only that but I needed to ensure that Cadence
didn't find out that the company was more than just what it appeared to be. She
needed to be kept in the dark about where a lot of the money that the company
was making was coming from. I didn’t want any unnecessary questions coming from
her. She needed to be a model employee as well, because I certainly didn't need
any further stress in my life. Though to be honest, I really didn't think I
would have anything to worry about when it came to Cadence. She was not only a
hot little piece but she was incredibly bright. She wasn't one to start making
waves when she had a good thing going.

I went over to the brandy canter and poured myself a
stiff one. So much for my great day...

Chapter
Three

Cadence

When I showed up to work that day it was a rainy
morning, which put me in a somber mood. I was quite possibly walking into the
lion’s den and I wasn't really sure what to expect from my first day on the
job. When I walked into the building I was met with a woman that had a wide
grin. That grin rarely left her face when she spoke with me and it made me feel
better about coming to work. Maybe not everyone there were monsters. Wouldn't
that be something? There was a chance that most of the employees really had no
idea that they were working for the MOB. I wasn't supposed to know after all.
So maybe she was a good person. I should really give people the benefit of the
doubt until I knew for sure.

Her name was Chantelle and she made me feel completely
at home at the company. I didn't expect to feel like that at all so I was
grateful for her kindness toward me.

“Let me show you around and then I will show you where
your office will be.”

“Sounds great, thank you.”

She showed me where everyone had lunch in the break
room, and where I could get some coffee. The staff was treated very well and
there was always pastries and stuff to eat in there. She brought me around to
introduce me to the other accountants that worked there, the ones that would be
working under me. They all seemed friendly enough but they eyed me with what
seemed to be irritability. I was surprised to see that they were much older
than me, which would imply that they had far greater experience than I did. Why
would they not promote one of these women instead of hiring me? That would’ve
made the most sense. Why not just give me a regular accounting position? I
found the whole situation puzzling to say the least. I didn't have a lot of
experience, nowhere near what the others had, so why the hell would they want
me to be the head of a department that dealt with all the money? Sounded fishy
to me. I had no clue why Damon had made such a decision. Maybe I would be able
to dig up some information about what really went on in the company. I wondered
if the Golden Girls in there knew anything useful. Would it be dangerous to
talk to them about it? They could be part of things, and may not appreciate me
going around and asking questions.

Chantelle brought me to my office that was bigger than
what I expected. I guess it seemed appropriate for the head accountant. It was
decorated nicely in shades of purple and actually made me feel right at home.
There was what appeared to be a fruit basket awaiting me on my desk and it
would have made me smile if I didn't know that I was probably working for the
MOB. I went up to the basket and glanced inside. There was a small bottle of
bubbly along with various fruits and cheeses. It was actually kind of nice.

“I will let you get settled in here, Cadence, and then
I will start going through the most recent files with you.”

“Sure thing. Thanks.”

She left the office and I took a slow spin around it.
So this would be mine for the time being. I went around the desk and sat down
in the chair. I leaned against the back and closed my eyes. God, Cadence, I
hope you know what you're doing, girl. It's one thing to have a conversation
with Damon, quite another thing to begin working for him. If I didn't tread
lightly around there I could end up just like my parents. Although I wanted
justice for their death, they probably wouldn't have been too pleased with me
if I got myself killed as well. Kind of defeated the purpose. I needed to make
a plan on how I was going to find out who killed my parents. I knew that Damon
was the key, but how did I get him talking about something so private and
secretive.

“Well it looks like you are making yourself at home.”

I jumped in my seat and my eyes snapped open to find
Damon standing in front of my desk with a smile on his face. I straightened myself
out and flustered, “Oh
ya
, it's a beautiful office. I
was just waiting for Chantelle to come back.”

“Relax. I was just playing with you.” He winked at me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing him standing there
before me brought back all the emotions from the night that we had sex
together. That had been an incredibly hot night. Seeing him walk around my
office, the man just breathed sex as he strutted around. I wondered if he did
these things on purpose or if he just wasn't aware of how sexy he was. And he
was sexy; he was more than that. He was truly the hottest guy I had ever had
sex with and every time he was near I thought about having sex with him again.
How was that possible? Why did this dangerous man have such a hold over me? I
couldn't explain my attraction to him. It wasn't just physical; no it was more
than that, and yet what else could it be? There was a good chance that he was a
monster, the kind of monster that killed innocent people, so how could I
possibly be so attracted to him? Did that make me a monster as well? I wondered
if he ever thought about me when he wasn't around me. Probably not; he had so
many women at his beck and call that I was probably just another notch on his
belt. It was sad really that I expected it to be any different. I had already
seen his social media accounts, and it was obvious he was a no-woman man. He
had no interest in pursuing things past the first encounter. He was what I
would call a male slut. Fuck society, a slut was a slut despite the gender.
There was no way he had any interest in me aside from a passing fancy. Not that
I cared. Really I didn't! I couldn't get caught up with someone in the MOB;
that was just stupidity.

He looked fantastic in a suit though. It was one of
those form fitting suits that hugged the body. I could see his muscles through
it. I actually started thinking about what office sex might be like.
God,
girl, what was wrong with you? The man runs the MOB and you are sitting there
having wet daydreams about him.
Maybe I needed to get my head checked as
well. Though I doubt that I would say no to office sex if he asked me. There
was just something about his naked body that sent chills through me.

He moved in front of my desk once again and sat down
in the chair across from me. He smiled that handsome smile of his and I warmed
all over. “So how is everything going for you this morning? Are you having a
good day?”

I smiled. “So far so good. Chantelle was nice enough
to show me around. She's super friendly, everyone has been.”

“Yes she is, we like to take care of our people. Do
you like the basket?” He motioned toward it and I stared at it once again. That
basket.

“Oh
ya
, it's great. Who
doesn't love fruit and cheese? Thank you.”

He chuckled. “My mother insists on them. She has probably
given out thousands of baskets over the years.”

“It's a nice touch.”

“
Ya
I guess. Well I'm sure
happy to hear that you are fitting in here nicely. I knew you were the right
woman for the job. You will do really well here, I just know it.”

“Speaking of that.” He raised his eyebrows as he
waited for me to finish. “I met the rest of my staff, the other accountants and,
well, I guess I'm a little confused.”

“Confused about what, Cadence?”

“Well...they are all much older and more experienced
than I am. So I guess I'm confused as to why you would hire me to be the head
accountant instead of one of them.”

He looked startled at first but recovered quickly. Did
I catch him there for a moment?

“That's simple. They are coming close to retirement
age or have families. We are looking for someone who can stay the course, stay
with the company for a long time if possible. Of course you aren't obligated,
but it just doesn't make sense to promote one of them as there are long hours
you will probably be working, at first.”

I nodded. I guess that sort of made sense. Though you would
think that one of them would have jumped at the opportunity due to the large
pay increase. That sort of thing helped families as well and lots of people had
kids and worked late. But who was I to judge? Maybe I was reading far too much
into things.

He was still staring at me as if he was trying to read
me. I didn't like the look. The look made me wonder if I should keep my mouth
shut permanently. That was probably really good advice since I now worked for
the...MOB.

“How about you come to dinner with me this weekend? I
know a really nice restaurant that I think you will love. We can talk shop and
I can answer any questions that you may have.”

“Sure, that sounds lovely.” It might be the only
chance I had to ask him some questions about my parents. I was torn between not
wanting to overstep my boundaries and losing a great job that would pay me a
lot of money. I was absolutely broke by then and really needed the job. But
finding out who murdered my parents had to come first before anything else. I
couldn't work for the MOB for the rest of my life; that was hardly a smart
move. If the FBI got wind of the fact that I had gotten myself a job working
for Damon I would be pulled in immediately and questioned. They would know
right away what I was up to and they would prevent me from endangering myself
further. I couldn't let that happen.

Just then Damon's phone rang and he motioned to me
that he had to take it. Seeing his face scrunch up in anger startled me and
caused a chill of fear to run up my spine. I had never seen him like that
before and I wondered who was on the other line.

“What the fuck! Wait until you get the order dammit!”

My eyes widened. What could they be talking about? An
order? What order? Please no...
not
a killing order.
Was I witnessing one going down right there before me? I willed myself to not
tear up. He would know that something was wrong, that something wasn't quite
right with me. He wouldn't know why I was crying in my office for no reason. I
would not cry.