“How?”
“Because I’m clean. Not squeaky, but I’m clean,” he explained. “And because of that, should something happen to him or Dom, they needed the legitimate holdings to be clean with the understanding that someone would take care of families. What that means is, we got an LLC but it’s not a partnership. I’m the only name on it. So the cops or Feds couldn’t seize our assets if someone went down.”
Wow again.
That was freaking smart. Then again, so was my man.
Ren kept going.
“This also means my name is on everything. Everything we own as well as the office lease. We got no board to answer to. The only thing tying me to Vito’s authority is respect. He plays the wrong game, instead of lettin’ all that go and walkin’ away, I take it all with me. Or, in this case, kick his ass out.”
Holy crap.
He was carrying all the chips!
I smiled huge. “Zano, that’s awesome.”
“He doesn’t think I’ll do it. He keeps pissin’ me off, I will. This is what I’m gonna tell him today.”
If Vito didn’t think Ren would do it, he was a fool, and that surprised me. Hell, Zach had barely got the chance to get in my face before Ren sorted that situation. My guess was that it was partially Vito, maybe a little of it in his genes, that made Ren not a man you messed with. Therefore, Vito should know better.
“I’m guessing this will be unpleasant,” I noted.
“Something’s gotta give,” Ren replied. “We’ve been back and forth for a while. I keep thinkin’ he’ll get his head outta his ass. It feels like he’s stallin’.” He smiled at me and dipped his face to mine. “But the rest of my life is where I want it.” His arms gave me a squeeze indicating (righteously) he was talking about me. “That’s the last piece to slot in. I’m impatient to get this shit done.”
I repositioned to circle his neck with my arms and offered, “You need to talk or anything, you know how to find me.”
“Yeah,” he said softy then pulled back an inch and announced, “Goin’ with you tonight to do that thing in the Highlands.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Goin’ with you tonight to do that thing with you in the Highlands,” he mostly repeated.
“Zano—”
His face got close again. “Baby, not gettin’ in your business. But after last night, wanna watch you do your thing.”
That feeling stole through me again because he didn’t sound like he was doing this to horn his way in to find a way to protect me, or alternately, find a reason to talk me out of doing it.
He sounded like he was genuinely interested in what I did.
And it had to be said, I was good at what I did, and after his reaction last night, where he gave me absolutely no shit in a situation where any alpha badass would lose his mind, but instead he got off on it, it seemed Ren was coming around.
Spectacularly.
“Right, then you’re going with us tonight,” I agreed.
He grinned, moved in and kissed me. It was sweet, but short (unfortunately).
He lifted his head and stated, “Find time between one thing and another to have dinner with your man.”
Bossy.
But since this was something I wanted too, I nodded.
He gave me a brush on the lips and moved away, saying, “Don’t worry about the dishes. I’ll rinse ‘em then deal with ‘em when I get home. We both gotta get goin’.”
Another order that I could accept so I nodded again and jumped off the counter.
Ren ran water over the dishes as I prepared travel mugs of coffee for us. We walked out together, Ren locking up after us.
His Jag was at the front of the house (it always was and the street was busy, meaning he might have parking voodoo, too). Mine was across the street and down some (which, without parking voodoo, was a better than average spot for me).
Being Ren, he walked me to my car. Another brush on the lips before he stood with his hand on the door while I folded in.
“Later, babe,” I said, my hand on the handle to pull the door closed, but he nor his hand moved. I looked up to him to see him looking down the street. “Zano?” I called.
“You know that guy?” he asked.
I twisted in my seat and looked out the side of my car. I saw nothing but a car driving away.
“What guy?” I asked back and looked up at him.
He was still gazing down the street then he looked down at me. “He got in his car and took off as you were gettin’ in yours. You get a look at him at all?”
“No,” I answered. “Who was he?”
“Seen him at your apartment building,” Ren said, and I felt the skin on the back of my neck prickle. “I’d come over. He’d hear me knock and look out. Four doors down from you.”
So that was why Ren was always staring down the hall.
I tried to think who lived four doors down from me and realized I didn’t know. I’d known a number of people in my building but who was behind that door wasn’t one of them.
“Just thought he was nosy,” Ren said and I refocused on him. “But that shit isn’t right.”