Chapter 10
Roman
“What aren’t you telling me?”
I groaned at the voice outside my door that seemed to want to wake me up for my dream.
A dream that was wonderful. I had Saranna pinned against my door, my cock buried so deep into her, her teeth sinking into my neck to muffle her cries as I fucked her harder and harder.
“What the hell is it?” she nearly screamed, making me jerk upright in bed.
Whatever was going on with her, she was downright pissed.
I rolled out of bed, slipping on some shorts and then opened the door, seeing her walk down the hallway with the phone in her hand.
“No, don’t give me that bullshit, Marcell. You send me that cryptic email and then tell me not to worry about it. Why the hell not? It’s a good deal.”
She turned around, stopping as she saw me, her jaw dropping slightly. A blush crept up her neck and she turned around again, and honestly, I couldn’t fight the smirk.
I also couldn’t fight my body’s reaction to her, seeing her with her hair pinned up, a tank top on, and some skimpy shorts. Yeah, it all just helped her cause.
Did damage to me, but I wasn’t about to fight it.
“No, don’t you tell me to calm down. Damn it, you need to talk to me.” She sighed and then ran her hand over her face before clenching her teeth. A pissed off Saranna was freaking ass hot!
“What’s going on?” I whispered, causing her to look at me.
“A mess,” was her simple answer before she turned her attention back to the phone call. “Marcell, if you don’t give me something solid, I’m going to quit on you, then where the hell are you going to be?”
She walked over to the couch and sat down, resting her arm on her legs.
“Yes, I understand there’s shit going on, it’s my life, thank you. But that’s not cause….no, don’t…fine. I’ll stop dealing with it until you tell me otherwise.”
With that, she pulled the phone away from her ear and hit the end button, making me smirk.
“Did you just hang up on the boss?” I asked, sitting down next to her.
“He’s an asshole, so yes.” I chuckled as I rubbed her back, not sure why I felt like I needed to touch her, but I had to.
“So, what’s up?”
“He told me to stop working on a deal.”
“How many do you work on at a time for him?”
She thought it over and then shrugged.
“I can work on quite a bit, looking over things, re-working contracts, meeting with people, re-doing it all again. I’m better than a lawyer in most cases.
“Anyways, he told me to stop and I can’t understand why. It would have been huge for him. I mean, it’s not like he needs the money, but it would have been a nice payload. But it goes beyond that.”
“Has he ever done anything like that?”
“No,” she answered. “Not with something this big. He’s had me cancel deals or stop when it’s smaller or when it’s going to hurt him more than he thought. But this isn’t that. So, it’s very out of left field for him.”
I thought that over, something twisting in my gut.
“Can you show me the deal? I’m assuming since he has you stopping it for the moment, it’s something I can see?”
“It really wouldn’t matter. It’s not like you’d go and tell anyone. Let me get my laptop.” She jumped up and went back to the room, coming out a few moments later with her laptop, the thumb drive attached. “Let’s sit at the table.”
She opened up the folder and then the document, handing me the laptop to read as I pulled the chair out next to her.
“This,” she said, pointing to the screen and the names, which I could understand, “would be the winners in this deal. It would gain some very high and favorable points for Marcell and a few other families.
“Where the big one was for lands on the dock and waterfront, this is actually for open land where factories can be built. The city owns the land, of course, and if Marcell got it, he would make this much,” she showed me and the number had a pretty set of zeroes behind it.
“And then this is what the families would get who invested.
“Now, down here,” she started, scrolling down to another section, “is where the city wants to sell and for how much. This is Marcell’s counteroffer, part on what I was working on because it’s too high for the land that’s been vacant for dozens of years.”
“I can see you doing all of this. So, what’s the problem?”
“This isn’t a clean-cut deal in the regards that someone will lose, and pretty big.
In this case,” she took her laptop back, scanning through it for another name and section.
“In this case, there are a couple of politicians who also want the land to build retail properties and I believe some condos.
“Either deal will bring in revenue for the city, so that’s not bad. But that’s quite a bit of land for someone to lose.”
“Okay, I guess I still can’t understand why this is such a big deal.”
“I can’t either, but I have an idea.” She highlighted a name, then handed me back the laptop. “Does J. Fitzgerald ring a bell?”
“Yeah, that’s the guy that’s supposed to be running against the mayor, right?”
“Correct. John is slated to win by a landslide because he’s got the right backing, other politicians and business owners, all who would be happy to work against Marcell.”
“Ah,” I nodded, slowly starting to see the pattern.
“The waterfront deal,” she told me, opening another document and then highlighting another section, “would hurt John greatly, as well.”
“He thinks John might be behind it?” I asked, seeing that.
“I don’t know. Right now, he thinks anyone could be behind it but the families, which you and I know better on. But the more I think about it, if I can’t close some of these deals, which everyone knows does not happen, the families could lose out.
“The only one who is always the loser is John, so it’s not so farfetched to think he would do something, right? I’m going to assume that with some of the power he has and the people behind him, his reach could go pretty far?”
Put like that, I could only nod.
And make a mental note to see what kind of backing he did have, because a man like that also had to have some blood money, and that only came from the mob.