Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“I’ve always been good with math,” I admitted. “Especially when it comes to money. So, when did you come up with this idea?” I asked as we moved down a tiny alley between two buildings the next block over.
“Keith called when I was walking Fury. Apparently, one of his gamer friends who I now know entirely too much about, by the way, wants to move to the city, so Keith has been hacking into the fucking real estate sites to try to send him listings before they hit the actual market. When he saw this one was about to go up, he let me know. In exchange for information on the mafia deli,” she said, shaking her head.
“That was really lucky. How are we going to get past giving IDs and shit like that, Sam?”
To that, she turned toward me, walking backward slowly as she shot me a wicked look. “I may or may not have an ID with my mother’s name but my face and birthdate,” she told me, somehow managing to sidestep a man bent over to pick up some change without even seeing behind her.
“That’s handy,” I said. “Does she know?”
“Yeah. It’s really only meant for an emergency-type situation, but it will work for this. I figure taking out a bunch of guys who want to take my job away from me sooner than I plan on constitutes an emergency.”
“When do you plan to stop?” I asked.
“I am hopeful to be done in seven years. Ten at the absolute most.”
“Why? If you’re successful, why retire so young?”
“It’s not worth the risk for an extended amount of time. I figure that, by then, I should have enough for a comfortable retirement. And I can also sell the warehouse for a hefty profit when I am done with it. Use that to, I dunno, invest in real estate or set up a passive income business. You guys don’t really retire, do you?”
“I mean, eventually, you kind of step down and let someone younger have your crew and neighborhoods. But you would get a kick-up from them until you’re dead. I’m not even thinking of retirement yet, though. Still trying to earn my own fucking crew,” I said, wincing at the bite in my words.
“Well, when we take down these fuckers, you will get the respect they’ve been keeping from you,” she said, sounding so sure that I truly started to believe it as well. “What are you doing?” she asked as I walked up toward an ATM.
“Getting some cash,” I said.
“You can only take out, what, five hundred?” she asked.
“True. Okay, we have some time. Let’s hop in a cab to my place.”
“Or I can go to mine and get the cash.”
“Can you not be stubborn about this?”
“It’s going to be in my name.”
“It’s going to be in your mother’s name. And I think we both know she’d side with me on this.”
“Ugh,” she grumbled, knowing I was right, as she walked to the curb and threw up her arm to hail a cab. But she didn’t object when I rattled off my address as we both slid in.
I was unexpectedly nervous as we made our way up the elevator to my apartment. It wasn’t that I’d never had a woman at my place before. I had. But, I dunno, I guess some part of me cared what Saylor thought of it. Even if I didn’t quite understand why she was different from the other women I’d brought back to my place before.
“Dude, seriously?” Saylor said, grabbing the back of my jacket as I fucking stumbled over a package in the hallway.
“In my defense, that shouldn’t have been in the middle of the hall,” I admitted, feeling my fucking neck and ears heating. This was, what, the fourth or fifth time I’d made an idiot of myself around her?
“I mean, sure, but you have eyes, right?” she asked, smiling at me as I fished for my key and stabbed it into the lock.
I said nothing to that as I moved inside, reaching to flick on the light, but finding it already on.
My spine stiffened, knowing it had been off when I’d left earlier. Just as I was about to reach for my gun to do a sweep of the place, my fucking brother came strolling down the short hall from my bedroom.
“I thought I heard someone almost wipeout in the… oh,” Emilio said, spying Saylor coming in behind me, his lips twitching. “Looks like I interrupted something,” he said, but he made no move to actually leave.
“Saylor, this is my brother, Emilio. Milo, this is Saylor. Now what the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” I asked.
“Can’t I just come and check in on my brother?”
“Check up on me is more like it,” I said, closing the door behind Saylor as she eyed up Emilio.