Read Online Made: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boy Games) by Danielle Slater, Allegra Ryan - Free Book Online

she ever heard of H&S or considered waiting by the door for the special delivery of an expensive pair of red shoes.
    I punch the button in the elevator too hard. One of the newbie security guys who gets on the at the same time gives me a look.
    “What? You got a problem?”
    “No, sir.” Immediately, he studies his shoes. He’s wearing a uniform that sports his nametag: Davis. He looks up at me again, eyes narrowed. “It’s just that there’s a problem upstairs. I thought you should know. . . before you. . . go up. We’ve got to stick together, right?”
    He’s young, this one. Can’t be older than his early twenties. With his buzzed haircut and upright stance, I figure he came straight to H&S from the arms of Uncle Sam. “Tucker have you on chauffeur duty?”
    “Helo,” he says with a note of pride in his voice, making him a pilot.
    Then I remember that Alexander Ferrara is arriving soon. No mere limo would be good enough for the billionaire.
    There are cameras in all the elevators operating twenty-four-seven, but no one monitors the feeds at all times. I tell Davis, “Nod if I’m right.” Without waiting for him to respond, I continue. “Alexander Ferrara is upstairs in the Eye and he got here too early so he crossed paths with the French fuck, de Hainault.”
    Davis nods.
    Keeping the players separated is so important to Tucker it’s almost a religion. At the very least, it’s part of his catechism. Alexander Ferrara is worth billions; Etienne de Hainault is a mere millionaire with a metric shit ton of heritage behind his name. De Hainault thinks all that history should mean more than zeros on a bank account. Which is why allowing those two players to cross paths is a mistake in the form of an instant alpha-dog pissing contest that’s bad for business. If Tucker’s operating true to form, he’s called the pilot upstairs to make him a scapegoat for the disaster of Ferrara and de Hainault arriving at the same time.
    Before the elevator reaches the floor on which the Eye is located, I stab another button. The elevator glides to a halt and the doors slide open. “Your stop.”
    Davis frowns. “That’s the wrong floor. Mr. Voss ordered me to come to the Eye.”
    “You’re right, genius, it is the wrong floor. Trust me when I tell you that going to the right floor is a bad idea.”
    “But—”
    “Get the fuck off the elevator on this floor, understand? And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay lost until this thing blows over.”
    “What about Mr. Voss?”
    I sigh, thinking my guess this kid came straight out of the Air Force is dead on. He’s still functioning under the rules of command and will follow them faithfully even though his new commander is ruthless. “I’ll take care of Mr. Voss.”
    The kid nods slowly. “Okay.”
    “One more thing. There’s a redhead downstairs.” I tell him about Brooke Lopez and where to find her. “Make sure the lady gets safely wherever she wants to go.”
    “Yes, sir.” Davis exits the elevator and somehow manages not to salute.
    I’m not going soft. Ensuring Brooke is all right is about me being able to focus. When dealing with Alexander Ferrara, distractions can become deadly. Plus, the kid now owes me one. You never know when such things will come in handy.
    When the elevator doors open into the Eye, I see Tucker, along with Marco De Luca, in the middle of the high-tech space. A blond-haired man dressed casually in jeans and a black shirt lounges against a support column. It’s a good thing I know everything about Ferrara—from his sleek black loafers (no socks, of course) to his messy hair—is studied and planned. Nothing the man does happens by chance. I figure the smart money is that Ferrara’s early arrival isn’t mere chance. What I want to know is why de Hainault? If Ferrara wanted to tangle with another player for alpha male status, there are about a hundred other players he could have chosen.
    The elderly Frenchman sits at a