Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I can’t see Sal giving up on Cosima. That doesn’t compute for me, but I might be biased.
“Desperate people do desperate things,” Ronan mutters. I fight the urge not to grab his phone and check it. What the hell is he so engrossed in?
“We do this together,” War makes sure to remind me. I nod in agreement. “All right then, I’m going to take my wife breakfast in bed and hope she keeps it down.” We still haven’t told anyone about Cosima being pregnant.
War exits his office, leaving Ronan and me alone. I knock his damn feet off the table he put them on.
“We need to talk.” Ronan grunts a response. “Let me see your phone for a minute.” Finally he glances up.
“No.”
“No?” I didn’t expect that. It’s not abnormal for me to do checks on our phones.
“No.”
“You already know what you’re going to find.” Ronan shrugs.
People often sell Ronan short. He’s not thick in the head; he just doesn’t speak unless he feels the need. When you’re the one talking and dominating the room, or so you think, the quiet ones are more often the ones with more control.
You don’t know shit about them because they haven’t fucking said anything. All the while you’re running your mouth, giving many things away.
“Don’t underestimate that girl.” One thing Ronan isn’t is tech-savvy.
“Never have.” A wisp of a smile hits his mouth. I watch him. Can Ronan handle Marks?
Marks has a handler, one with the arm of the government behind them, and he can’t keep tabs on her for the most part. Despite this, Ronan possesses a skill for locating individuals without relying heavily on technology. He takes everything with a hands-on approach. Ronan is all brute force, which also shouldn't be underestimated.
"All right." I sigh knowing nothing I can say will change his mind.
It's already strange for him to be okay with the possibility of someone spying on him. Right now, he appears to be enjoying it. In my life, I have never seen the man use his phone as much as he does now. In the past, he wouldn’t take it with him or he would leave it in the car. All of that changed since Marks came into the picture.
"Welp, if you need me to"—I nod toward his phone—"I can clean it."
"Don't touch my phone." He gets defensive, standing up. I hold my hands up, letting him know I’m backing off.
"All right, but I warned her."
"You what?" He cocks his head, sliding his phone into his back pocket. Let's just say he doesn’t look happy. “Warned her about what?"
"That if she crosses a line, then I'll have to cross one back." Ronan takes a step toward me.
"The fuck does that mean?" There is no missing the hint of aggression in his tone.
"Honestly," I bark a laugh, "I don't know now. I was going to expose her to you and then likely send you after her.”
"You better not be fucking tracking her," he warns.
Damn, this is all kinds of interesting. I’ve never seen Ronan get this way about anyone besides his family.
"I'll remember that when you ask me to do that one day." I expect him to relent, thinking he might need me to ask that of me in the future.
"I know how to get the little fox to come out to play."
"If you say so." I chuckle. "I've got shit of my own to start tracking down."
Sal and the Amato family are on the top of my list right now. They are the only thing standing between my wife and me fully starting our lives together.
We've been waiting long enough to do just that already. As I said, Sal is a dead man walking.
I could give a shit if he's been up to something. He sealed his fate last night. All I have to do is to make it as clean as possible.
But only because my wife asked.
Chapter Twenty-Five
COSIMA
"You take your love for the color pink to a whole other level." Tova laughs.
"Why, thank you," I say. Pink should be taken to every level. If there is a level, there should be pink on it.
Pink wasn't always considered a feminine color throughout history, but if we've stolen it, so be it. Although, I'm not opposed to bringing more back into men's worlds. Right now the only man I'm thinking about is my own, and he could use some pink in this room of his. All the colors are dark, except for the glow of his one million computer screens.
"Is that a pink cat balloon statue? I've only ever seen them in dog form." Tova picks up the statue off the corner of Z's desk. "I love it."
"Hold on for a second." I scan the boxes I have lined up against the far wall, trying to find the correct one. "Here!" I rush over to the box, opening it to pull out another. "You can have it." I hand it over to Tova. She eyes the row of boxes.