Free Sid (The Protectors Series) Book #4 by Teresa Gabelman Page B

her with that slow sexy smile. Her phone buzzed again, causing her to slam the sketchbook closed.
    Grabbing her phone without looking at it , Jill stormed out of her room, heading down the hall toward Sloan’s office. In no time, she had arrived. Walking in without making eye contact with anyone, she made it to the back of the room and leaned against the wall. Adam spotted her and made his way to her along with Steve.
    “Damn!” Steve’s eyes bugged out when he saw her face, but didn’t ask anything else when she shot him a ‘don’t ask’ look.
    Adam just glanced at it. “You okay?”
    She nodded without saying anything. Her eyes moved up, and of course, landed right on Slade. It was as if her eyes shared a special bond with the man. He wasn’t looking at her, but his face was hard as stone, his eyes cold as ice, and it hurt to look at him.
    Sloan walked in with his phone , which seemed to be attached to his ear. He didn’t look too happy. “You better believe you will make this right!” Sloan yelled into the phone. “We’ve worked too hard to get this far to have you people screw this up.” He scribbled something down, clicked his phone off and threw it on the desk. Looking at it for a minute, he picked it back up and threw it in a desk drawer, slamming it closed.
    “Was that Hong Tong’s apologizing for messing up our order yesterday?” Sid grinned from his position in the chair next to Sloan’s desk. “I swear you can’t find good fast food today.”
    “No , it wasn’t Hong fucking Tong’s, you dumbass,” Sloan growled, indicating he was not in the mood. He looked around at everyone and decided to save that conversation for last.
    Even though she was mad a t Sid, he always made her laugh, and now wasn’t any different. Glancing at Slade, she saw a small grin tip his lips.
    Sloan seemed to get his thoughts together before he spoke. “Jared explained a little of what happened out there.” Sloan thumbed toward the entryway. “It will get cleaned up by tomorrow. It will look exactly as it did before.” It was an order. His voice allowed no room for debate.
    “I got a crew coming first thing in the morning ,” Sid replied where he sat sprawled in his chair.
    Sloan ignored Sid, which he did frequently. His eyes landed on Jill, then scanned to Steve before finally resting on Adam. “I am going to say this once and once only.” Sloan’s tone had a final edge, indicating he was done with the bullshit. “I have no problems transferring any of you out of here. You are not in charge of anything.” His eyes stayed on Adam. “The next time you decide to disobey orders, I will put you on report. If you are already on report, your ass is gone, and it will not be a transfer. Do you understand me?”
    “Yes, Sir,” the three answered in unison.
    “Good, now get the hell out of here.” Sloan’s eyes stayed on Adam as a n extra warning.
    Jill was more than happy to get out of the room and moved quickly , not looking at anyone.
    “You stay , Jill.” Sloan’s voice stopped her instantly.
    “Shit ,” slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. Sid’s chuckle reached her ears which pissed her off, because whatever she was about to get chewed out for, was his fault. Back-stepping, she found the wall again.
    “Is there a problem between you two?” Sloan glanced between her and Slade.
    Jill hesitated before shaking her head. “No, Sir.” Glancing over, her eyes met Slade’s.
    “ Slade?” Sloan pushed.
    Slade turned his eyes away from her to Sloan. “Any problems between Jill and me are between us and will be taken care of by us.”
    The temperature in the room dropped considerably. Sloan slammed hi s hand on the desk, making Jill jump. “Putting a hole through my wall and beating the hell out of someone is not taking care of it.” Sloan glared at Slade then Jill. “You need to feed. We have blood donors already in place. Use them. I don’t want to hear another word about this issue.