We were still careful when we stayed at each other’s places. I’d been reckless when I’d showed up after getting shot at that day. Anyone could have followed. I hadn’t fucking thought about it until the next day, and I’d been furious with myself.
Now, we took longer ways to get there to make sure no one was watching on. There were also two other cars, like our own, as distractions in case.
Ryo seemed to think I was going overboard, since he used to deal with the type of people in my world. But I wanted him safe.Plus, it was his boss who sold me a better portion of the shady dealings for a cleaner life.
Again, thinking these things had me wondering if I’d pull a Wolf or Travis and sell for the man I was loving.
I did love him.
I didn’t want to go a day without seeing him, and when I had to, it was the fucking worst.
As I cleaned, I grinned at the thought of when Bradshaw called Ryo, demanding he come see me because he was sick and tired of hearing my whiny little voice when I complained of how many hours I hadn’t been in Ryo’s presence.
At least he’d come to visit that night after moving a few meetings around.
I didn’t think Wolf would still be as busy as he’d been when he had the full run of the drugs and guns trade, but I’d learned quickly the man had many other businesses that kept Ryo working at Wolf’s damn side all the time.
Which reminded me; I was waiting on a—my phone rang, I quickly went to grab it from the coffee table.
“Link,” I answered.
“We’ll take your offer,” the man on the other end said.
“Fuckin’ perfect. My team will be in touch. Thirty-day settlement.”
“Yes,” he said before he hung up.
Ryo was gonna be thrilled and pissed at the same time, and I couldn’t wait to see his face screw up in frustration while his gaze warmed and he swooned.
Not that I’d tell him just yet. I had plans to woo him over dinner, get him all melty for me, and then I’d inform him I owned the house to the left of Wolf’s.
I’d approached both neighbours a few weeks ago and asked what it’d take for them to sell their property. The one on the right wanted nothing. They were happy there. The one on theleft took one look at me and my tatts through the camera at their front gate before telling me to fuck off and then ignored my insistent buzzing.
Bradshaw had to drag me away before I pulled my gun out and started shooting shit.
I’d made my accountant contact the guy to let him know I had enough money and assets to cover whatever he’d want and asked if he’d take my call.
Eventually, the old man was curious enough to listen to me. His wife wanted a new house to move into, and he wanted one of those fancy fucking yachts to go along with the obscene amount of money they wanted for their house.
I had a house that I needed to get rid of, and buying a yacht was easy enough. I’d agreed and sent him details of each item, then given him a time and date for when he had to give me his final answer.
Now we had a fucking deal.
Yippy fuckin’ skippy.
I was damn pumped to get this show on the road.
When I met Ryo in the kitchen, he stopped and stared at me.
His gaze narrowed. “Why do you look so happy?”
“Baby, I’m always happy.”
“Link—”
“Anyway, you better get going to make this meeting.”
He glanced to the clock on the wall and then nodded. “You’re right.” He eyed me some more. “We’ll speak later?”
