I sat my laptop top down on the table beside me and crossed my arms, giving him a pointed look.
“You want to order my tampons and pads since my period is here, and I didn’t grab what I needed to because I wasn’t thinking?”
He stumbled with his phone then shot me a glare, as if this was my fault.
“Don’t give me that look, Roman. It’s not like I planned this. But when your life is just tossed to shreds, you tend to lose track of a few things. So, can we go shopping?”
“Yes,” he grumbled, and I could not begin to express why I got such joy out of making him grouchy, but it sure was fun.
To see the big, bad, Roman out of his element was fun. It’s something I didn’t get to do far enough, and honestly something I’d have to remember for the future.
“Let’s go,” he told me, helping me off the couch. I slipped my shoes on and then followed him out to the car, unable to wipe the grin from my face. “Really? Do you have to look so damn happy?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just really funny to see you like this. You’re flustered, and you never are. I didn’t think me talking about that would get to you so badly.”
He rolled his eyes, but I saw his lips twist slightly and I counted it as a win.
“I am sorry things have been haywire for you, Saranna,” he finally offered and I sighed.
“You know, it hasn’t been all bad. I got a lot of work done, looked over a lot of files and decided what would be good and not good. So, it’s been a nice vacation, but then I often remember it’s not a vacation and I have to remember to look over my shoulder.”
“There will come a time when you won’t.”
I rested my head back on the head rest, thinking about that. I would never give up my job helping Marcell. I was damn good at closing deals and tons of people were always asking if I was for hire, but I wasn’t.
However, this was one of the closest calls I’ve had to being in danger, and I could only imagine that it would get worse the longer I stayed down this path.
So, would there ever really be a time I didn’t have to worry?
I didn’t think so.
“Marcell thinks the families can’t be behind this,” I muttered, glancing out the window, “but I don’t believe that.”
“Neither do I. I don’t have the faith in them that he does. Can you share what you’ve been working on for him?”
“Yeah. There’s a land lease, at the docks, that would give the family a sixty-forty share hold with the city, courtesy of the mayor. But he has to put up one point six billion to clean it up first. That also pushes out two other mob bosses, or well, makes them have less control of the docks.
“It also paints the mayor in a really good light and leaves him open for re-election while Mr. John Fitzgerald, the new man running, wouldn’t be so favorable. So, there’s that. Not to mention, if Marcell controls that part of the dock, the cartels have less wiggle room to smuggle things in without having to work with Marcell.
“So, to put it mildly, this deal is huge for tons of people involved, but also very dangerous,” I stated.
“I can see. Anyone would want you dead after that.”
I slowly rolled my head to look at him, causing him to grin.
“Whatever,” I muttered, making him laugh.
Three long hours later, we pulled up to the drive and then up to the house. I opened my door to climb out, but something caught Roman’s eye. He looked around for a second before stepping out of the car.
“Stay in, Saranna.”
“Why?”
“Just please, stay in the car.”
I huffed, but leaned back in the seat, watching him as he walked around, checking out certain things. He frowned the longer he looked and finally he waved me out. I grabbed the bags and followed him in, only to pause as he looked around again.
“What is it?”
