Page 59 of Crowned In Blood
But I couldn't. Marco mattered too much to me, and I didn't enjoy seeing him so angry. In fact it made me want to beat the fuck out of Felipe, because he hadn't just insulted me, he'd upset someone I deeply cared for.
I approached Marco slowly taking the bags from his hands. "It was Felipe Alvarez."
His gaze snapped to me, and I could feel the weight of it—his anger, his care, hispossession. "What did he want?" he bit out.
"Nothing remotely important. I threw away the card and only kept the flowers in case one of my employees wanted to take them home. But if you want, I'll happily toss them in the dumpster right now or even burn them to a crisp."
Marco's eyes widened. "What?"
"We can get rid of them," I said again, more firmly this time.
He still seemed a bit stunned, but I gently guided him to sit down while I took the sushi out of the bags.
He studied me for a while. "Why?"
I met his gaze. "Because I don't want you miserable, and the only person allowed to push your buttons or give you a hard time is me."
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, my phone rang. "Yes?"
"There's a man with six additional men heading up to this floor," Olivia said. "They were allowed past security as per our protocol, but the reception area informed me the man was extremely hostile."
My body tensed immediately, readying for a fight. "I'll be right out."
"Should I call security?"
"Have them on standby."
I got up, and Marco shot to his feet. "What's going on?"
I opened the drawer, grabbed my gun, then put on my holster, using my blazer to hide it before checking to ensure my knife was still fastened to my thigh. "Apparently, I have an uninvited guest who wants to have a dick measuring contest, even though my non-existent cock would be bigger than anything he could ever pull out of his pants."
Marco smothered a laugh as he checked his own gun and followed me out. We arrived in the reception area just as the men exited my elevator. It was Felipe.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing in my office?" I shouted.
Felipe's gaze switched from Olivia to me, then to Marco. "You!" He pointed, his hand shaking in barely controlled rage.
I glanced at Marco. "Do you know him?"
"Not well enough for him to be this pissed off at me."
Regardless of the situation, I couldn't help but grin at Marco's response.
Felipe stomped toward us. "You're always sniffing around like the piece of trash you are!"
Marco stepped forward, but I held out a hand in front of his chest, glaring at him. His eyes narrowed back at me as we communicated without words.
This was my property, my grounds, and Felipe was disrespecting me and my familia. Marco wasn't a part of that, so he couldn't interfere without undermining my authority. I could take care of it.
He huffed. The look on his face told me he'd stand down for now. But if anything happened, he would protect me regardless of my wishes or the consequences.
I nodded in thanks before turning my full attention and rage on Felipe. "I'm not going to ask you again, Felipe. Either state your business here or get the fuck off of my property."
"My business," he bit out, "is you. And I don't like stray dogs messing around with my possessions."
I pulled back. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." He slammed a piece of paper down on Olivia's desk. "Read it."
