“No.” I giggle, thinking about all the ways he helped me get over that.
His fingers.
His lips.
His cock.
“Good. My job here is done.”
He steps away, pulling his pants into place.
“You are such a Neanderthal.”
“And you love it.” He grins.
I do.
I love everything about this man. Including the fact that he made it his mission to ensure that every member of the Russian organization that was trying to kill me was dead. Then, he found out everything he needed to know about the account Roman set up.
All for me.
After all that was done, we flew on his jet to the Cayman Islands to retrieve the cash.
I don’t want it. In my mind, the money is tainted. It’s blood money. But after some guidance from Gideon, I’ve decided to retrieve what was my brother’s only legacy. He assured me it’s what Roman would have wanted.It’s the reason he died.
“Let’s go. We’re late,” he says over his shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Well, if you didn’t run me off to the bathroom…”
“I don’t regret it. Come on.”
We round a corner and head toward an older gentleman who is waiting for us in the doorway to his office.
“Hello, Ms. Lennox. Welcome to the Cayman Islands.” His smile is genuine, and I can’t help but return it.
“Thank you.”
He nods. “I have a few papers for you to sign. If you could please follow me.”
He turns on his heel and leads Gideon and me into his office, where we start the process of signing so many documents, I feel like my hand is going to fall off.
It takes a good twenty minutes before the account is officially mine.
“You’re a wealthy woman,” the gray-haired man says.
Gideon snorts. “Twenty-eight million dollars isn’t worth the headache we went through.”
My heart rattles in my chest. The memory of that warehouse. Of Gideon being shot.
Killing my uncle.
I shiver at the nightmare replaying in my head and do my best to stuff it down like I’ve been working to do.
I hate that my brother did this, and I wish I knew all his reasons for it. More than anything, I wish I answered the phone call the day he died.
I still wonder if that’s what he was calling to tell me. I guess I’ll never know.
I’ll never have closure.