(Asher)“Mr. Giordano, there’s a little boy at the front door, asking to speak to you,” Bruce says, scratching his neck in confusion. Looking up at my burly bodyguard, I tilt my head to the side, “I’m sorry, a what?”“We tried telling him to scoot, but he sat down on the steps and said he’s not leaving until he’s spoken to you.” I knew having my face plastered all over the news was going to have repercussions, but, this isn’t one of the scenarios I pictured.“When you say little, what age are you referring to?” I ask. Bruce shrugs, “I dunno, like kindergarten little. Like shouldn’t be out on the streets alone little.”Fuck. I’d better go and see what the hell this is about. “I take it you’ve frisked him?” I ask dryly and Bruce pales. “Shit. No. Should I have?”“Bruce, you’re a great bodyguard, but we really have to work on your sense of humor,” I tell him in passing. “No, there’s no need to frisk the toddler, I’m sure I can take him.” Bruce still looks a little uncertain as he trai
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