“You need to go apologize,” I hiss and he just stares at me.
“I what?”
“You need to go apologize,” I repeat.
“Fuck off,” he snaps and I laugh, picking him up by his throat and carrying him back to Adelina, “apologize for running her over.”
“Ivan….”
“I’m sorry,” he cries out and I let him go and he scurries off.
“Ivan,” she starts.
“You should stay away from me,” I state and head back towards my building. I can’t ruin someone like her. Funny thing is, I could have killed that man and not even bat an eye, but when she was around my heartfelt calmer.
“Did you have a good afternoon?” Tim asks me as I approach the door, he’s outside smoking, people watching.
“Got some good information. And the good points for cameras. Oh, and I ran into the Italians, though they didn’t engage,” I say.
“Oh might be because it’s you,” he snickers.
“The girl…”
“There was a girl?”
“Yeah, there is a little restaurant around the block that is run by the mafia. She was my waitress, someone how she’s linked to the mafia since I saw the man in the corner. Pretty sure the cook was a soldier as well.”
“I’ll tell my father at dinner. Send me your notes and I’ll let him know and then bring it up to the architect on-site,” he says and I nod.
“Will do,” I grunt.
“You seem different than this morning or yesterday,” he observes.
“I’m still the same,” I shrug. Though after meeting Adelina and talking to her, I feel different. Like those demons inside were put out to pasture for a bit.
“Your dad sent his present. I think he tried to call you, but you must have been busy,” he smirks.
“I’ll call him. Where is it?”
“On-site, getting the VIP treatment,” he grins.
I crack my knuckles in anticipation of getting dirty.
“Who is it?”
“Pavel,” he says and I take a step back. He’s one of my dad’s advisors. And his best friend. I mean I look at this man as an uncle, more so than I do Uncle Anton.
“Oh yeah? I’ll make sure he gets all the goods,” I sneer.
“There he is,” Tim grins like a madman, “he sits tight until we’re done. I have three crews working on the business day and night starting tomorrow. I promise in a few days we will be up and running, and making millions on your first fight.”
“I’m glad I can make you rich,” I snort. We don’t need the money.
“Wear your suit tomorrow, but I need you,” he says.
“For what?”
“Muscle. I need these construction crews to understand that this needs to be done quickly.”
