“Boss,” Abele said, peering into the office and around it, “your wife is here.”
I eyed him for a moment, wondering why the f**k he hadn’t let her in and why he was warning me. But as he scanned the room, I f*****g knew he was looking for Sage. I f*****g knew that he was warning me to hide her if I wanted.
“Send her in,” I growled.
A couple of moments later, Laila walked into my office, dressed in a pink plaid dress that hugged her breasts. She held her purse tightly to her chest and gave a strained smile to Abele. “The FBI is sitting outside.”
“I know,” I said, peering at Abele. “Leave.”
After a moment, he walked out and shut the door behind her. I finally slumped my shoulders forward and blew out a deep breath. If they didn’t already, this entire family would know by the end of the d
