Four yeas and then two nays—mine and Logan’s. I smirk, knowing the old bastards were not expecting him to go against them.
“If you guys have plans of taking over the Strip’s drug industry, count me out. I have no intention of landing behind bars,” I tell them.
“Pfft, as if anyone is going to charge us for anything. We’re untouchable.” Levine smirks.
“No one is untouchable,” I throw back at him.
“Right, that’s it. I would urge you both to reconsider your votes on this matter,” Van Baron says. “Until next time. Court is adjourned.”
Logan follows me out. We go our separate ways until I’m in the car and calling his number.
“Make sure you have somewhere secure to stay,” I tell him.
“I do,” he says. “They’re really insistent on this underworld shit.”
“Yeah. I don’t get it, but it’ll be over soon.”
“You really think their sons are going to come in and be any different?”
“Van Baron doesn’t have any heirs. The position on The Court will go to his estranged brother. And Levine, by the time I’m done, that family won’t have a position at all,” I say.
“I’ll take your word for it.” Logan sighs.
After hanging up, I receive a message from Jazzy asking where I am. I type out a quick reply telling her I’m on my way to her. I should have let her know I’d be later tonight. I’ve been so busy making sure everything falls into place and that I don’t fuck this up. Taking down empires isn’t fucking easy.
All I want to do is have a shower and fucking lie down with my girl. Hold her in my arms and forget about everything that’s happening.
I pull into the Bianchi estate and climb out of my car. Stopping at the trunk to pull out the overnight bag I had my assistant pack for me today. The door opens before I get there. Jazzy steps out onto the porch.
“I missed you,” she says.
“Not as much as I missed you.” I wrap my free arm around her waist and pull her against me. My mouth brushes her lips. I try to be respectful with the amount of PDA we show around this house. I don’t want to ruin my good luck when it comes to being allowed inside, let alone allowed to stay.
“Mmm, I’m going stir-crazy being stuck here all day.” She pouts.
I look up at the monstrosity of a house. It’s fucking huge. And that’s coming from someone who has only ever known extreme luxury. “Yeah, I can see how it would be horrible, being cooped up in this shithole all day,” I joke.
“It’s a gilded cage,” Jazzy says.
“It’s not for much longer. I promise.”
Jazzy pulls me inside and straight upstairs to her room. “Are you hungry? Antonia left some food in the fridge for you.”
“Have I told you I love your stepmother?” I smile. “I want to shower before I eat.” I throw my bag on the end of the bed.
“At the risk of sounding like a clingy, annoying girlfriend, why were you so late tonight?” Jazzy asks.
“You can be clingy and annoying anytime, baby. I had a meeting,” I tell her.
“Boring. Okay, you go shower. I’ll find your dinner and bring it up.”
I walk into her bathroom, strip out of my suit, and throw it in the hamper. I’ll get it out before I leave in the morning. I do not need Jazzy or her family’s staff dealing with my dry cleaning.
I reach into the shower and turn it on hot. Stepping under the spray, I tilt my head back, letting the water wash over me. I open my eyes when I hear the door close and the lock engage. Jazzy is standing on the other side of the glass, completely naked.
“Are you my dinner? Because I wouldn’t complain if you were,” I tell her.
She steps into the stall. Her hands press against my chest, pushing me back up against the tiled wall. I smirk down at her and wait for her next move.