Really?” I whispered.
He crossed his arms on his chest and stated, “Babe, you think I found the woman of my
dreams at forty-five years old and I’m gonna let anything happen to her, think again. That’s a long fuckin’ time to wait for what you want. I waited. I
found it. I’m pullin’ out all the stops to take care of it. I know you feel the same for me so I’m doin’ the same to keep me safe for you. So yeah, really, I
called Delgado. I made peace and asked a favor. His woman is in your posse so she wouldn’t be doin’ cartwheels, he said no and something went
down with you or, for you, me. And he isn’t dumb, he’s a man who knows to collect favors and he’s a man
whose business means he often has the need to call markers. So his ear’s to the ground and his eyes are open so if a cop isn’t cruisin’ by your
house or bakery, one of Lee’s boys or one of Hawk’s commandos are. Smart people pay attention to who’s cruisin’ around people they want to fuck
with and smart people will see cops, Nightingale’s men and Delgado’s crazy motherfuckers and, my hope is, they’ll steer clear. So, there you go.
Now you got a full explanation of what I mean when I say you’re on radar.”
I heard all he said, I really did.
But I was stuck at the beginning part where he told me I was the woman of his dreams.

Author: Kristen Ashley