Chapter 139

Sebastian came through with the reservation – which meant the start of the next round of negotiations.

“Will you at least put on the bulletproof vest?” Johnny asked.

“No,” Connor said as he popped a piece of cheese in his mouth and took a sip of the white wine that room service had brought.

“Fine – I just won’t drive you, then.”

“Fine. I’ll just take the Lamborghini, then.”

As they quarreled, I wandered the main room of the penthouse. It wasn’t the Dubai, but it was pretty damn nice. The ceiling towered thirty feet overhead, and a curving staircase made of pounded bronze connected the first floor with the second. Luxurious couches were scattered throughout the room. The marble flooring – dark green swirled and speckled with white – reflected back the dim lighting from far overhead, with the occasional rug thrown in here and there. There was a flat-screen TV on the wall that was as big as a car, a full bar made of the same speckled marble, and a kitchen and dining area down a hallway t