Tyler shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his drink. I didn’t want to pressure or overwhelm her. “We are. Hiro Tanaka was in New York. How would she do it? I couldn’t entirely blame her. My hands wandered over her slender frame, enjoying the feel of her firm tits under my touch. “I’ll admit… it doesn’t hurt.”
“And what about this one?” she asked, gently slapping the still-unconscious bald guy on his shiny head a few times. “Dunno,” I said with a shrug. “Natashya. I blinked. “Come on,” I muttered, making a beeline for the door. “This doesn’t mean much,” I said. I felt her lift me off the ground as easily as picking up a grocery bag before tossing me like trash into Chloe. I stared into her wide brown eyes, and time seemed to come to a standstill. You can buy an island! Tyler pointed an accusatory finger at me. I’d already contemplated having someone killed before, but not like this.
