Arawn “And the house in the Hamptons?” I ask while taking a pull from my cigarette. Roger grunts, declining that they got to it. “Michelangelo didn’t find it. He said that he would look into it once again, but he hasn’t called back yet.” I hum, looking back into the bedroom where Nerthus is sleeping peacefully. “But we got the family mansion in Connecticut, and the offices as well as the fancy business tower in the city, Boss. The boys did an awesome job. What should we do next?” he asks, and I let escape the smoke from my mouth. “Go home. And bring the boy home. I will talk to Michelangelo and let you know as soon as possible about what we will do next,” I instruct him. “Yes, Boss,” he says, and I end the call. After finishing my cigarette in peace, I walk back into the penthouse. I would want nothing more than to join Nerthus in bed, wrapping my arm around her to pull her close and breathe in her alluring perfume. But unfortunately, there are still things that have to be ta
Laurent “I don’t know what to tell you, Sir.” “That you are going to fucking solve this, that’s what you want to tell me,” I shout, sensing the bank clerk shrinking on the other side of the line. It’s been hours since I have been talking to assistants over employees over cashiers, but what makes my blood boil is that they never connect me with my personal banker, who is supposed to manage my entire portfolio. “Seeing the pending investigations, I’m afraid that I am not allowed to unfreeze any of your assets,” she says in a shy tone which angers me even more. “I don’t know why I’m talking to you anyway. Can one of you useless people finally connect me with the portfolio manager who is in charge of my accounts?” I hear her scroll through a bunch of papers before typing furiously into her keyboard. “I’m sorry, sir. But Mr. Miller is not available at the moment.” “This is bullshit,” I bark out, cutting the call. Pushing out a deep sigh, I hold my hand on my eyes. The limousine sha
Nerthus I gasp, turning towards Arawn as Goldman takes up on my invitation and walks towards us. “Can we ask him if Danny can keep the dog?” “No,” he chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. “And we are not keeping the dog.” I pout as I want to keep the dog as well. “But we would be saving him. Goldman wouldn’t have the funds to keep him anyway.” Arawn cracks up as Goldman reaches us and holds out his hand to greet him politely. “Hey, Goldman, so nice to see you again.” I smile, keeping my hands around my glass of champagne as I watch the men greeting each other. “Likewise,” he mumbles in response and pulls at his jacket but doesn’t proceed in introducing his company to us, so I guess she is bought company. He is probably regretting paying for her as he could use the money. Poor girl. “Well,” I say with a smile, putting my hand on Arawn’s arm. “We just had the most fantastic time in Sicily. Have you ever been in Italy, Laurent? It’s magical.” He distorts his face into a mask of
Arawn - A few days before I step up the last stairs to reach an impressive garden. Even if it is full of bushes, trees, and flowers, making it look as if the plants were growing rampant, I can recognize that it is taken good care of. I walk towards an old man, who is about to trim a bush of roses with a set of garden shears. “Apologies for this informal reception, but the sun is out rarely today, and I can’t risk them shrinking just because they think that I stopped caring for them,” he explains with a rough voice, taking his time to finish before turning to me and slipping off his gardening glove. I take my hand out of my pocket to shake his hand. “No worries, I’m glad that you found time for me on such short notice, Mr. Goldberg.” “Your friend surely knows how to be convincing. Why don’t we take a seat?” he chuckles, pointing towards a table and chairs sitting under a small pavilion. He lets himself slump into the chair with a groan as we sit down and as if on cue, a maid app
Nerthus “Yes, beautiful,” Arawn announces proudly, making joy explode in my chest. “We are officially back.” It’s actually insane when I think about where we are standing now, and more importantly, how we are standing. He looks so incredibly cute holding that little dog. I know that he said he hated him and couldn’t wait for us to get rid of him. But the puppy just followed him everywhere in the apartment as soon as Danny was out. And before you could notice it, they were doing everything together. I should be jealous of that ankle-biter. Goldie barks happily as he wiggles with his tail. “This is amazing!” I say, sighing. “Where are we going to celebrate?” Arawn grins, and I already feel that something insane is going through his dirty mind. “I thought about ordering a takeout and watching a good movie. Isn’t Danny out with some of his friends tonight?” “Sounds good,” I shrug my shoulders, flashing him a big smile. “Let’s go.” I’m already turning around, walking to the entr
NerthusI run down the stairs hastily, bursting into Danny’s bedroom.He lowers the cuffs off his ears annoyed, groaning, “Amber! You have to stop bursting in like this! What if I was chatting with a girl?”“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. But don’t let them get you to take your clothes off in front of a camera! You don’t have to do things you are not ready for. You can take it slow. And scammers are everywhere!” I say as I walk to him and he scoffs, letting his arms slump.“Why do you believe that girls are just interested in me because they want to scam me?”Bending down, I grab his chin. “Oh, no! I didn’t say that! I’m sure you are a popular
Danny The door opens and closes with a bang, causing Goldie to lift his head in his crib. “Oh, I guess Arawn is home.” I gather all my books and notes to stuff them into my backpack quickly before I run downstairs. Arawn has halted in the entrance hall and is still buried in his phone as I reach him. He lifts his head to nod at me with a smile. “Hey, Danny.” “Hey, Arawn. Amber said she would be home late tonight. Are we watching the game on the big screen?” I ask excitedly as Goldie barks and jumps around his feet. He hums, agreeing with me absentmindedly while he still checks his messages. “Did you look for a dog school like she asked you to?” “No,” I groan, swinging my arms. “I don’t want to go to one. And I’m sure that Goldie doesn’t need it anyway.” Sighing, he closes his eyes shortly, before he mumbles. “The damn dog needs a better name.” “I can train him too.” “You can’t, Deiniol,” he growls. And how I fucking hate it when he uses my full name. It always means bad new
Arawn I slap my phone against my thigh repeatedly as I look out of the window of the driving car. “Elia says that he isn’t in the usual park,” Aleksei says as he disconnects the call, making me hum absentmindedly. Maybe I should let him scurry around in peace, granting him the time he needs. But I am afraid about him doing a stupidity, or worse, going looking for drugs again. And the more I try to convince myself that it isn’t that dramatic, the bad sensation that I have in the pit of my stomach grows. I wonder where Nerthus went to look for him, and I hope she got a better trace to follow than us, because she didn’t answer my last texts. But maybe I’m just going crazy for nothing. Another call reaches Aleksei, who takes it to learn that one of my men checked out another dealing spot, and he wasn’t there either. Groaning, I lean back into my seat, continuing to play with my phone as it suddenly rings. I look at the unknown number and pick it up reluctantly. “Oh, hello? Is th