“This isn’t a clean-cut deal in the regards that someone will lose, and pretty big. In this case,” she took her laptop back,scanning through it for another name and section. “In this case, there are a couple of politicians who also want the land to build retail properties and I believe some condos.
“Either deal will bring in revenue for the city, so that’s not bad. But that’s quite a bit of land for someone to lose.”
“Okay, I guess I still can’t understand why this is such a big deal.”
“I can’t either, but I have an idea.” She highlighted a name, then handed me back the laptop. “Does J. Fitzgerald ring a bell?”
“Yeah, that’s the guy that’s supposed to be running against the mayor, right?”
“Correct. John is slated to win by a landslide because he’s got the right backing, other politicians and business owners, all who would be happy to work against Marcell.”
“Ah,” I nodded, slowly starting to see the pattern.
“The waterfront deal,” she told me, opening another document and then highlighting another section, “would hurt John greatly, as well.”
“He thinks John might be behind it?” I asked, seeing that.
“I don’t know. Right now, he thinks anyone could be behind it but the families, which you and I know better on. But the more I think about it, if I can’t close some of these deals, which everyone knows does not happen, the families could lose out.
“The only one who is always the loser is John, so it’s not so farfetched to think he would do something, right? I’m going to assume that with some of the power he has and the people behind him, his reach could go pretty far?”
Put like that, I could only nod.
And make a mental note to see what kind of backing he did have, because a man like that also had to have some blood money, and that only came from the mob.
Chapter 11
Saranna
After I told him my thoughts, Roman went to his room, jumped on both his phone and his laptop, and holed himself up in there.
That was now four hours ago and I was done.
He left me alone to do who the hell knows what, but if I had my guess, it was to do some digging.
Because he was good at that.
I sighed, sitting on the balcony to my room in nothing more than a sports bra and a pair of shorts. I didn’t have a swimsuit so I couldn’t tan and I sure as hell was not about to go naked. Not with that man just feet away.
The other night in the shower was enough for me to make sure I stopped taunting him. Not that I didn’t miss it or that I stopped completely.
But I didn’t bring out my toys. Or at least I wasn’t vocal about it.
I leaned my head back, thinking back to that shower and how I felt like something shifted with us.
I mean, it hadn’t. He still kept his distance of course, but that also wasn’t the man I knew. Like a few years ago, that never would have happened. In fact, two weeks ago, this whole thing would never have crossed my mind.
I would have called you stupid and laughed my ass off if someone said that Roman Volkov would be naked before me, jacking off, and it was my name falling from his lips.
I jumped as my phone vibrated beside me and quickly grabbed it, not thinking to look at it.
“Hello?”
“Where is Roman?”
I rolled my eyes at my cousin’s tone.
“Hi to you too, Marcell. No, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”
