“I know. Take care of her. Tell her hi and I’ll see her tomorrow.”
“I will. Can you ask Vik to send some more men?”
“On it,” she says, “I will fill him in on what’s going on. He will protect her as well. Oh, she’s worried about her tip jar.”
Fuck. I need to tell her.
“Got it. Thanks.” I hang up.
Tana’s husband is an important businessman, if that’s how you say it. He has lots of enemies, so if anyone would understand it would be him. He has a lot of legitimate businesses such as trading companies and a medical supply company. But rumors are he’s the mafia. Neither he nor Tana will confirm it, just a rumor. Which is weird since we’re not in the mafia and from what I understand you marry within the ‘family.’ But then again, Vik does his own thing, don’t cross him.
Remo is the same way. He’s a doctor, but I’ve seen days where he has blood on him and it’s not from surgery he just completed. I don’t ask because I don’t want answers.
I flip through the channels until Briar flops down on the couch next to me, leaning against me.
“Tana says hi and that she can’t wait until tomorrow,” I kiss her head.
“She is really sweet,” Briar says.
I pull out my phone and do some car research while she flips through channels.
I know she will hate fancy, but I do see a Mercedes Maybach that would be perfect for her.
I send an email to the dealer I do business with and tell them I want it to be customized with a gray, hazy exterior and white interior with all the perks.
I play with her hair as I wait for a response.
‘Kingston, it will take a week or two, but we can get it done.’
‘Get it done.’
‘Yes, sir.’
I smiled, pleased they will get it done for me.
She will protest about the price of this, if she looks it up online, but she needs a car. I’d love for her to quit and go back to school. But she will want to work, to make it on her own.
“I might tag along tomorrow. I have a few things I need to get but take this. Use it to buy some gifts for Thorn,” I pull out a card out of my wallet and flip it back on the table.
I hand it to her and her eyes grow big.
“This has my name on it,” she whispers.
“Yes, it does,” I hum.
“I can’t take this,” she sits up and tries to hand it back to me.
“I want you to have it,” I wrap her hand around it.
“Can I pay you back?”
“With money, no. With love, yes,” I kiss her forehead.
“I can start with a massage,” she grins.
“I need it after Tristan today,” and I won’t say no to her hands all over me.
“Shirt off,” she snaps her fingers.