Impressing the Clients

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Marco's POV

"We have to make her stay," I mumbled to my brother as we both stared at her. "Believe me, I've been thinking ways to make her stay," he sipped his afternoon whiskey.

"I don't want to give her back to her boyfriend," he spat. "Speaking of, have you told Clint to look him up?" I asked him.

The moment Paula mentioned the name of her boyfriend back at the mansion, we had the fucking guy investigated by Clint's people. Just to check if Paula's really safe with her. Plus, I hated him so much that he'd get to own her.

"I already did. He said he has an update for us, so we're having afternoon drinks with him at his cabin in an hour," he said. "I hope it's something bad," I smirked knowing full well we'll surely use the information to our advantage to make Paula stay.

We got dressed in our button down shirts and shorts and let her sleep on the lounge chair outside. I was sure that once she wake up and see that we're gone, she'll just look for her friends.

Before we exit the villa, "none of you is gonna fucking come in unless she yells for trouble," I warned Oliver by the door. He just nodded.

No one ever disobeyed us. They knew what kind of people we were.

We arrived at Clint's cabin and he received us limping. "Easy there, old man," I joked as he approached us to hug us both. "Fuck you, you caused this," he slapped my back a little harder as he led us to the living area.

"We owe you big, C," Mason said as he sat on the couch reaching for one of the served whiskey glasses at the coffee table.

"I'm retiring after this, I want to die an old man in my bed with a twenty-year old ass on my face," he joked as he and I plopped down the couch.

Clint's family been our private investigator for years now. His dad used to work for our dad and when he retired, Clint replaced him. His family has been with us even before we were born. We grew up closely together since he was taught by his father to look after us. He's been there ever since, from high school parties to university frat house. He's basically our best friend, but we never called each other that. We never get all clingy and mushy. Growing up with us, he's developed our certain kind of kink with the girls. He liked being a dominant and a bit of a sadist as well.

"So what did you find out about this Ian?" I asked. "Coming in hot, are we?" He teased, "you both got it bad." He laughed at us. "Get to the fucking point," Mason said in serious tone, "she'll be leaving tomorrow night."

Clint stopped laughing, stood up, "Right," he pulled out a folder of Ian's profile. "Ian Wyndrald. Age 30. Caucasian. He was working as a full-time security IT expert in Freyr Securities, which you know that you acquired the biggest share last year. He's technically your employee," he shrugged and sipped his glass.

"Good, leverage," I mumbled.

"He also claims to accept security services to small-time businesses as side job," he continued. "His latest side job," he showed us a picture of a woman beside Ian, "was not very professional. He's been seeing Bianca Donavan for 7months now. Apparently, she's an old friend and they kind of 'rekindled' when they met at a common friend's party."

"Wait, so he's been cheating on Paula for half a year now?" Mason asked. His face looked so fucking angry and confused.

"Yes, and also, you told me they've been saving up for a wedding and a house next year, right," he asked and we both nodded, "get this: his bank account can only afford a coffee."

"What the fuck," I was so fucking pissed he's not treating Paula right and relieved at the same time that she didn't have to stay with him anymore.