SILAS’S POV

 

“Welcome Boss,” Pete said as I stepped out of the cab as quickly as possible.

 

He was a bald huge man who looked a lot terrifying when he had dark glasses on but looked damned adorable as a fucking rabbit with his glasses off.

 

Those were my sister’s words.

 

Definitely not mine.

 

I was never and would never be into men.

 

And if I was, I would never use the word adorable for my three hundred pound bodyguard.

 

Not unless I had a fucking death wish.

 

I tipped my head at his silence and waltzed past him into the airport. I had  no time to spare--my mother had...