Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
9
Tobias
That went better than I anticipated. Now that I’m back in the car and driving toward my office, I can reflect on what went down. How perfect it all was.
Williams is a complete schmuck.
But he’s an easily manipulated schmuck, which is beneficial to me. Now Skye, on the other hand . . . let’s say this should be interesting and a whole lotta fun in the process.
I didn’t expect her to have a steel backbone. To talk to her boss like that in front of me means she won’t break easily, which has me excited. Not only will I have my fun making her life a living hell—yes, I’m holding a grudge—but it also means that she won’t fall apart under pressure when I’m digging for information on Felix.
Before we get to that, I have a few loose ends to tie up, and once all is said and done, I plan on giving all my contacts over to Gideon. He will inherit the business I never really wanted.
It’s always been a means to an end. My part in the underworld was never by choice, but it did have its benefits. I’ve amassed a bit of wealth because of my unscrupulous enterprise. Distributing drugs pays well.
A fortune, to be exact.
Speaking of that fortune, I wonder how it’s doing? I pick up my phone and call Cyrus Reed.
I wonder if he’s still pissed at me. The thought has my lips spreading into a smile.
He’s the only person I trust with my money, besides Trent Aldridge, who helps me grow the reserve. He’s the preferred banker for men like me. A vicious motherfucker who is as corrupt as he is brilliant.
I hit the button when I scroll down to his name. He doesn’t make me wait long before he answers. That’s the thing about Cyrus; despite his personal life and the fact he has pulled back a lot from the business, he will always answer for me.
“Tobias,” he answers, his voice rough and angry, like always. The man never smiles and rarely jokes. He is the most serious motherfucker out there. Besides me.
My attitude could give him a run for his money. I get it. I rarely show that side of me either. You can’t in our business. A moment of weakness can cost you your life.
I haven’t let my guard down in over twenty years. Not since I was ten and my life changed. Too much shit has gone down in my life to show anyone that side of me. Sure, every now and then, with the right people, I might laugh. Maybe even drink a little too much. But these are men I would die for, and men who would die for me. I trust them with my life, and no, I have nothing to fear from them. Even so, I always have my wits about me.
It’s probably the reason Cyrus and I get along so well. We are very similar.
“Cyrus,” I offer as my own greeting.
“Never stand me up again. And yes, your money is still safe.” He knows me too well. I probably call once a day to make sure I’m financially in the place I need to be in order to leave.
“Duly noted, and look at that, I didn’t even have to ask this time.”
“You asked fifteen hours ago,” he deadpans.
“Well, I need to be sure.” That’s my answer every time, but when you come as close as I have, it’s the only thing that matters.
“For fuck’s sake. How many years have we been doing this dance? I’m not going to fuck you, Tobias.”
I let out a long sigh. He’s right. I’m being a dick, but I need everything to go off without a hitch.
“And Gideon. Is that ready?” I ask because that’s the key point, and if it’s not executed perfectly, there could be blowback.
“Yes, he’s got an account all set up. When you hand over the reins, I’ll be there to make sure the transition goes the way you plan. You’ll have to sort some shit with Lorenzo and your other contacts, but as for the money, Gideon will be good. You sure you want to do this? It’s not easy walking away.” He should know. Despite trying, he hasn’t fully retired.
“I never wanted to do this in the first place.” My voice dips.
I don’t say what I want to—that I had no choice. Cyrus only knows some of my story. He knows my parents died, but he doesn’t know the dirty details. I’m sure if I did tell him my full sob story and my plan, he would understand. His is not much different than mine.
Powerful families. Ruthless fathers. Legacies forced upon us despite what we want. This world is all we know.
Raised to rule the underworld.
“And what about Felix? Have you confirmed he ordered the hit?” he asks. The hand holding my phone tightens at his question.