so that nobody can get inside to her. Though, they couldn’t anyway, not with the security that this place has.
I left a note next to her so that she would know that I’m in Arlo’s office and to text me before she leaves so that I can come and escort her. Security has been notified and will be watching her door for any movement and alert me.
I know that she’s safe in this building, Mia has cameras that cover every fucking square inch. However, I don’t fully trust anyone with her safety, not the way that I trust myself. Too much fucking shit has happened, plus there’s the little fact that whoever shot her is still on the loose.
I’m hoping that when I get to the bottom of whatever the fuck Erin has going on, I might just tie up the shooting loose end as well. I highly fucking doubt that they aren’t somehow connected. I have bad luck, and so does Pippa, but nobody has luck that fucking shitty.
Walking into Arlo’s office, I’m not surprised to see Erin sitting in the chair across from him. Arlo is behind his desk, his eyes focused on her. Mia is standing behind Arlo, her arms crossed just beneath her tits, her eyes narrowed on Erin.
Erin’s body jerks, her eyes widening when she sees me. I hear a throat clear behind me as Brando slips into the room, closing the door behind him. Erin’s eyes widen, flicking her gaze around between all of us.
Something in the way she looks at Brando doesn’t sit right with me immediately, but I shrug it off. Maybe she’s just confused because she doesn’t know who he is?
“What’s this about?” she asks, her Irish accent, considerably less than it was five years ago, in fact, it’s pretty much nonexistent.
Arlo clears his throat, his eyes finding mine before he shifts his gaze back to meet hers. “Why don’t you tell us, Erin. Because from what I’ve found, it seems you’ve been busy and I’m not sure to what end.”
“Wh-What do you think I’ve done?” she asks, attempting to sound innocent by raising her voice a couple of octaves.
Arlo shakes his head. “Why did you first stalk Massimo, send him messages and photographs, then later stalk his wife, for years?”
Erin licks her lips, her eyes shifting around the room before she straightens her spine and lifts her chin in the air.
“I stalked him because I wanted him for myself, at least for him to continue to visit me. Then, it turned into a fun game, watching his wife lose her shit. She was selfish for wanting to keep him all to herself and I think it’s funny that she got nothing. She didn’t deserve to have him, not like that. She was supposed to be like me, a whore.”
“Why did you deserve to have a Made Man?” Mia asks, her brow lifting.
Erin smirks. “I put in my time, why does she?”
Mia leans down, pressing her index finger into the desk as she growls at Erin. “Pippa deserves to be the wife of a Made Man for several different reasons, none of which I even have to tell you, but I will. She is the daughter of a Made Man and Arlo sanctioned it, to which, Gavino agreed and ultimately was the deciding party. None of which could ever happen to you or for you.”
“Then I don’t feel bad for what I did. That cunt ruined my life, I was close, so close.”
I can’t handle the bullshit for a second longer, walking closer to her, I clear my throat. Erin turns to look up at me.
“Close to what? I didn’t even know your name until after I was married. You were a hole I paid to fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. If you thought otherwise, I feel bad, but you’ve taken this shit way too fucking far. What else have you done?”
Her lips curl up into a snarl. “I wouldn’t tell you, not in a million fucking years.” She sneers.
Shifting my gaze to Arlo, I arch a brow. “She’s done more or knows more,” I snap.
Arlo nods his head once. “Agreed.”
“What do we do about that?”
Brando clears his throat behind me. Arlo shifts his gaze from me to him, and I turn around so that I can look at him directly. He hasn’t said much, and usually on something like this he wouldn’t say a single word. But this is different.
Judging by the way his lips are pursed together, he has