57, Dr James

Bane looked at the man that was walking towards them. His instinct was to wrap his arm around Emma’s waist and pull her to him. But he controlled himself and let his hand remain on her back, enjoying feeling her naked skin against the palm of his hand.

“It is you. What a pleasant surprise. You look amazing,” the man said.

“Thank you. Bane, this is Dr James. We used to work together. I think I mentioned him to you a couple of weeks ago. James, this is Mr Velky, my new employer,” Emma introduced them.

“Amongst other things,” Bane said and held out his hand toward James. James gave him a questioning look.

“Mr Velky? Any association to the Velky family?” James asked. At least the man wasn’t spineless, Bane thought. Most people would avoid the subject of his organisation.

“I’m head of it,” Bane said. He wasn’t ashamed of what he did. He watched Emma for a reaction, but she didn’t show any sign of discomfort as he told this man that she was working for the mafia. James, on the other han