Jael couldn't help but approve of Davian's priorities, "Not quite." He replied brusquely, unable to hide his disappointment that something as basic as a bodyguard hadn't been gotten for Rosie. "I found a lecher on her property last night, complete with the binoculars." He deliberately provided details.
The line went quiet for a while, almost like Davian was trying to wrap his head around his words. "Who was it?"
The danger threading through Davian's words made him do a double take. "I already took care of him," He informed the Mafia King, his disapproval fading in the face of Davian's anger.
"I know. Can't have people thinking I'm a philanthropist. Who was it?"
Jael knew exactly what the Mafia King meant, a lot of people were going to be dying for the mistake of some moron. He didn't hold back any information, generously informing the Mafia King about the attempt on his secretary's life at a function.
