48 Matt’s Face To Face
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48: Matt’s Face To Face
The next day, Matt was leaving Val’s hotel after they ate breakfast when he found himself surrounded by several guys in suits. He knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Hey. Domenic want to see me?” He asked them, most of who were shorter than him.
“Yes. This way.”
Matt sent a quick text to Walthour. Then a text to Sandra to tell her to start the meeting without him.
“I need to make this quick, I have a nine o’clock.”
He got into the limo parked out front. When the door closed, Matt was sitting across from a very attractive man. Damn, Matt was hoping he was ugly. The term Italian stallion had to refer to this man. He was manly, handsome, smug, and the picture of an alpha male. Not nearly as alpha as Mr. Walthour though.
“Mr. Ricci. Nice to finally me you,” Matt smiled as charming as he could to hide the need to begin his onslaught.
“Yes, though I’ve seen you before. I took one of my dates to your concert last year in Milan.”
“I hope you both enjoyed it.”
“I did. Tell me, the health of your hands. They play okay.”
Ah, shit… He could handle death. It was finite. But going after his hands? Shit, shit, shit…
Val warned him.
Instead of letting his fear reflect in him he said, “I have an appointment so let’s get this over with.”
“The address. I’ll make sure you get there safe.”
Matt rattled off the location and the driver pulled off.
“Let’s be brief. I want you to stop seeing my wife. She is, after all, married,” He said while sitting comfortably and smug as hell.
“I know. I also know you used her. Abused her. And tried to kill her only to succeed in killing her unborn child.”
The man blew out a breath. “You do not understand-“
“Mr. Ricci, I’m not going to change my mind. Your wife is amazing. Too bad you didn’t notice that before you threw her away.”
The man’s eyes narrowed and Matt knew the man was preparing to explode.
“Stay away from her, Mr. Delarosa or I will ruin your life. I won’t kill you. But I can make things difficult.”
“Okay. By the way, I think you should know that Mr. Walthour has a heavy investment in me. And you know how he is about business,” Matt said watching the emotions change to something close to fear.
“I can handle Lloyd.”
“Yes, if you had Val. But you don’t.” Matt smiled letting some of the devilment show.
“Let him out here.”
Matt whined. “But we haven’t arrived yet,” he said laughing on the inside.
“You should be careful, Matt. Sleeping with a viper could get you killed like she killed your father.”
“On your orders.” Matt pointed out and Domenic’s head jerked in surprise. Clearly the man didn’t think Val would ever tell. “If you want to do business with Val, I’m sure she’d listen. But you’ve ruined anything personal between you two. So if you need someone to run your businesses again, consider contracting her.”
“Contracting!” Domenic scoffed. “She’s my wife. I will not pay for my wife to come work for me. She needs to come home!”
After the car came to a complete stop, a guard opened the door from the outside.
“I hope to not see you ever again,” Matt said honestly getting out. “But if I do, I hope it’s to identify your body. In a nice setting, like the morgue.” He walked to the sidewalk and headed to his destination, feeling a new dread. He fisted his hands now understanding what he should fear. Not death. The ability to never write or play music again… Fucking hell! The fear had sweat beading on his forehead. His stomach twisted. And for the first time he was tempted to stay away from Val.
His phone vibrated. He looked down to see a text. Immediately, he called Walthour.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well?”
“He threatened my hands. But I’m unharmed.”
“I’ll put guards on you.”
“But-“
“This is not a debate.” The phone hung up.
Matt groaned heading to his meeting. When he got there three of Walthour’s security was there waiting. Now how was he going to keep Val from noticing his new entourage so that she wouldn’t distance herself to protect him… So it begins.
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