SILAS’S POV

“Welcome Boss,” Pete said as I stepped out of the cab as quickly as possible.

He was a bald huge man who looked a lot terrifying when he had dark glasses on but looked damned adorable as a fucking rabbit with his glasses off.

Those were my sister’s words.

Definitely not mine.

I was never and would never be into men.

And if I was, I would never use the word adorable for my three hundred pound bodyguard.

Not unless I had a fucking death wish.

I tipped ...