“He threatened my family’s safety.” His boss’s eyes reflected little sympathy. “You should have thought about that before joining my payroll.” It was stupid, but a part of him had only now realized what that meant. “You said working for you would be like working with family – a home away from home.” The backside of twin leather gloves stung Jaak’s cheek. Made him forget all about his burning throat. “Because Ivan said you were good. I take care of men who do their jobs. So far, you’ve been caught and released like an undersized fish. Yet, here you stand, groveling and empty-handed, whining about having your family threatened.” The voice dropped. “I’d cut out your tongue if we weren’t in public.” Jaak blinked at the involuntary tears the slap had prompted. His boss’s strike – so quick and precise – had not been noted by Alain Ducasse’s other patrons, but it was humiliating all the same. “I’ll bring Sepp in.” He hoped the promise was one he could keep.
