Page 99 of Titus

“He’s squealing like the little bitch he is,” Wyatt said with a laugh.

“Are you kicking him out because of Cat?” Jim questioned.

“If that was the case, I’d be removing the bastard myself,” I answered, watching the man cause a scene and tarnish whatever image his mediocre family had scraped together in the process.

“Jesus Christ,” Jake said. “And I thought our young interns were immature, spoiled brats,” he laughed into his scotch.

“This isn’t over, Hawk!” the dumbass shouted as the elevator doors closed behind him and security.

“Powerful threat,” Collin said, turning back to the table. “Seriously, what the fuck happened?”

I licked the bourbon off my lips. “He insulted me in my own hotel and disturbed my guests with his complete lack of decorum, so I had him removed,” I said, looking around at the men staring at me like a group of gossiping women waiting for the dramatic details. “People don’t pay a hundred thousand a year for access to this place and the lounge just to have some hostile idiot interrupt what it represents.”

“Jesus Christ,” Colton said, staring at me. “This woman has really gotten to you.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I leveled him with a gaze.

Colton simply shrugged, amused. “The Titus I know would have had him removed after he insulted him the first time.”

“Nah,” Wyatt said with a grin. “He would’ve had him removed before the dipshit could finish insulting him.”

“This is true,” I answered. “However, Cat leases her office space from the jackass, and I didn’t want anything coming back on her.”

“She could’ve handled that dipfucker,” Collin said, eyes studying me.

“Perhaps,” I answered. “I just didn’t want to make a scene.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, as it’s been a long day in surgery,” Jake said, “but I think you just did it by having that worm removed by security.”

I noticed Manchester walking in our direction and only hoped, for his sake, that the man was smart enough to offer further apologies for bringing his rude guest into my lounge.

“He wanted to impress Cat,” I heard Wyatt relay the reason I’d left the man sitting at my table.

“Forgive me for the interruption,” Manchester said. “For what it’s worth, I no longer plan to pursue business with Mr. Jameston or his group.”

I nodded, remaining seated. “A wise business choice,” I answered. “I believe your company will have a much better future moving forward without that group’s interest.”

“I’m sorry for what happened tonight,” he said.

“No need to apologize,” I said. “I’m just glad it helped prevent that man from destroying your business in the future.”

“Very good,” he said, then looked at the group I sat with. “Gentlemen,” he acknowledged, then turned to leave with the two women who had come with him and Jameston.

“Well, I guess there is no need to worry about Jameston coming to the West Coast to take over…” Sebastian laughed into his bourbon.

“No,” Wyatt chuckled. “Little Jameston is doing a swell job of burning it to the ground for his old man.”

I looked over at Colton. “We’re going to need inside people watching that man,” I said. “Something tells me he’s not going down without a fight.”

“I already have men on him,” Jim said, taking a casual sip of his drink.

I looked over at him and smiled. “Always two steps ahead of me, Mitchell.”

“No,” he smirked. “Just managing a business while you’re out chasing the girl.”

“I’m not chasing anyone,” I said.

“Shall we revisit the fact that you personally tried to hire her to do exactly what Jim did silently?” Wyatt said.