Caine paced the hotel room. He wanted to punch something, and the wall sounded good at that moment. Maybe the hotel had a gym? He should probably ask the front desk.
“Why the f**k are they coming here?” Caine demanded again.
Gus sighed, feeling tired from watching him, “They tried to take Jacob and that is not something Nailah will let go. How do you think Elle would react if she were in the same situation?”
“Those men wouldn’t have balls left,” Caine snorted. “We married a pair of pitbulls, didn’t we?”
Gus smirked, “Chihuahuas, actually. Ask Doolittle, little dogs are always more dangerous.”
“Right. So, what do we do?”
“Tomorrow, you meet them at the airport, and I’ll head to the office. Elle is probably going to want to get started on those accounts right away, knowing her.”
“Righ
