“Here. Let me.” Jaz had followed me outside and she takes the bottle before I drop it.
“Why wouldn’t he come see me? If he actually did love me…” I ask quietly as I rest my head against the backrest and let the seat swing.
“It’s all in the damn letter. Geeze, did you even read it?” She’s teasing, but it’s still pissing me off.
I glare up at her as she passes me back the uncorked bottle. I take another long swig as I wait for her to continue.
“It’s because he loves you that he’s stayed away. He said it himself…Your parents would want you to have a future, but not one with him.”
“They’re dead! What about what I fucking want!” I practically scream.
She sits next to me on the swing and wraps an arm around me. She pulls me against her.
“What do you want, Mina?” she asks quietly as she runs a hand over my hair, smoothing it.
“I want Myles.”
“Well then, go get him.”
“I can’t…What if you’re wrong?”
“I’m not, you know I’m never wrong. But if you don’t want to go after him, you could always make him come to you.”
“How?” I ask as I sit up.
“Badlands is opening next week. I can have Cash make sure to send him an invite. It might be a good business opportunity for him.”
“Who’s to say he will even come?”
She looks at me with a smirk.
“Because you will be there. That’s why he will come.”
CHAPTER 20
Myles
“Mr. Langston. There’s a Cassius London here to see you.”My secretary’s voice comes through my intercom.
Cassius? Jocko’s nephew? What the hell is he doing here?
“Thank you, Sabrina. Send him in.”
I stand and wait in the middle of my office for him to walk in. He’s younger. Dark hair, tall, and honestly looks more like Jocko than Declan ever did.
“Mr. London. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask as he shakes my outstretched hand.
“You know me?”
“Not entirely. I did know your Uncle about twenty years ago before I left San Antonio. Good man. Sorry for your loss. Please, have a seat.”
“Thanks. Yeah, Uncle Jocko did seem to know everyone. Well, I’ll get right to it then. I’m opening another Badlands. Here in Vegas, actually.” He pulls out a blackand red invitation. “I’d like for you to come to the grand opening next weekend.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off.
“Before you say no, just know it’s nothing like how Declan ran the San Antonio Badlands. It’s cleaner. None of that nasty business he was involved in. It’s more of a nightclub now, with a private area for the dancers. Not just a strip club.”
I take the invitation and glance at the date.
