Chapter Thirty-nine
“But this does not concern Amara! this is my issue with HR.” Peter stands his ground.
It was his mistake, he shouldn’t let the man be in line for the position. He knows that he was a bit unstable yet he thinks that his name was needed as an option only. Peter didn’t think that he would make such threats against Amara who voted no for him.
Peter was exhausted when he slipped Duffy’s name into the candidates’ list for the operational director of the new branch. But when the day comes, Amara declined his name saying her dad knows that the man has a gambling problem, and had been he had suspected of taking the company’s money.
“Just be thankful that you know about this and come to us. Look, he’s a civilian. It’ll be an easy one. Don’t worry okay? She’s at Matteo’s. I told him to keep her there for a couple of days, you just need to call her and make up an excuse.”
“Oh god, I don’t think I can. She knows me. Too fucking well…” Peter was overwhelmed, he was stressing himself out and pacing back and forth in his living room. Paolo hadn’t left Peter’s place, he was trying to calm his lover.
“Baby, listen to me… you can do this,” Paolo said as his thumb caresses his neck, but Peter was scared for Amara.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid! she managed to avoid all danger, only to be faced with a fat middle-aged man with a gambling addiction. I know it must be an easy one for you, but I …”
“Peter! listen to me! I got this, you need to relax!” Paolo tried to calm him down. Again.
“Her place we… we should go there! or her office, or maybe her parking lot, wait how about Lionel’s…” Peter took his jacket and swiftly walked across the room.
“What the fuck, Peter! where do think you’re going?” Paolo grabbed his hand harshly and tugged him away from the door.
“I can’t, I can’t get her into trouble. She’s been through so much! This one is on me!” Peter started falling apart.
“Baby, I got you. She’ll be safe. I promised.”
Peter took comfort in his arms, Paolo loves him too much to see him blaming himself. He took Peter’s jacket and put it on the couch.
“Come on, you should rest.” He ushered his lover to the bedroom.
“But she…”
“Babe, seriously… it’s not cute when you’re doubting me. When I said I got this, then you should just relax.”
“I know, but…”
Peter screamed when Paolo grabbed him and took him to his shoulder and carried him to his bed.
“If you stay here, I’m going out to search for the scumbag, I’ll scare him off a bit just to make sure he’ll take off and never to be seen again. How’s that?”
“But, what if you get hurt? you’re still wounded from the last thing with your thing, and I don’t like seeing you get hurt!”
Paolo was back a couple of nights ago with bruises from his mob job, and Peter was being a bit too dramatic for his liking. But the big oaf was patient with his pretty boy, ensuring himself that Peter was just really worried about him.
“Baby, this is what I do. I’ll be just fine. Put your position in mine, thinking that you’re going out trying to find the desperate old man with who was threatening to hurt Amara.”
Peter was silent and finally listened to him.
“I don’t know why you stay with me, this…”
“I love you. You and your crazy dramatic self.” Paolo cut his words and gave him a deep sexy kiss, leaving the said dramatic assistant breathless in seconds.
“Now, I want you to stay here. I got eyes on you, I don’t want you to go anywhere. Okay?”
Peter didn’t say anything back, he just bit his lip while still supporting his worried look.
“Baby…”
“Okay! I’ll stay here. Wait, what did you mean by having eyes on me?” Peter was looking to his ceiling, trying to find anything that would prove his words. But he was making Paolo chuckled saying that not in the traditional way.
Peter raised his eyebrow, knowing his mob guy probably has guys stationed, watching his apartment complex and the thought of that relaxes his mind more than having watched from a CCTV. Paolo finally leaves him after another reassuring kiss which made him hard then Paolo smirked at him.
“Hold that thought, I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” Paolo said with great confidence knowing it’ll be a couple of hours job and Peter was fussing too much about the old guy.
But then he was alone three hours later when Amara called. And Peter hasn’t heard anything yet from Paolo and he didn’t want to bother him by checking up on the guy.
“Peter, what’s with Matteo? he told me not to get out of his place?”
“Hey boss, what? yeah, that’s strange.”
“Peter… not again,” she asked knowing the signs already
“What?” Peter asked trying to sound oblivious but cursed on the inside, hating Paolo for taking so long with the task.
“Peter, don’t make me come there and get the truth out of you.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
“Boss… don’t leave Matteo’s.”
“Peter…”
“Damn it! I hate those guys!”
Peter cursed and grumbled while Amara stayed silent on the other line.
“Okay, fuck it. This is my fault. First of all, I’m sorry about this…”
“Peter, just spill already!”
“Right, okay. Do you remember Duffy, from operation?”
“Yeah… the one I rejected for the director’s position. Why?”
“Well, he’s been leaving threatening emails directed at you.”
“Damn.”
“I know, I’m sorry. If I didn’t forward his name for the position, then you wouldn’t reject him, then you wouldn’t be getting the threats. And…”
“Peter, where are you? are you alone?”
“Yeah, I’m at my place Paolo told me to stay. I think he has eyes on me.”
“Go to Matteo right now, Jeez why didn’t Paolo just drop you off with me, rather than leaving you alone at your place. That guy scares me Peter, and while you’re staying at yours he can get your address from HR or the company mailing list easily.”
Then Peter panicked, thinking Amara was right. If Duffy couldn’t find Amara at her place he might just go to him for info on his boss’s whereabouts.
“Okay, I’m going to Matteo’s right now!” Peter hung up on her after Amara told him to hurry, then they both would wait on their men together. He shook his head thinking he should’ve thought about that earlier.
He was getting out of the door when he was pushed back into his apartment. His mouth was silenced by his hand before Duffy hits his head and told him to hurry up inside.
Oh, Fuck!
He thought as his head was hurting from the pain.
“Well, Peter… Peter… Peter… first of all, thank you for getting my name on the list. But I’m disappointed by Ms. Hamilton who seemed that she did not value my hard work.”
Duffy holds out his hand and points his gun at Peter as he takes a seat to his front and signaling the assistant to sit on the couch.
His heart was pounding so hard, he was suddenly tired, his hands were sweating, his brain was thinking of a hundred ways to get out of the situation.
Paolo! where are you?! you promised!