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“Impossible to say,” I said. “Could be he just got off on the adrenaline of stealing it and getting away with it for so long. Or maybe he was creating an exit strategy.”
“If he wanted out, why didn’t he go? This is more than he could have needed.”
She was right about that.
“Maybe it was your inheritance,” I said, shrugging. “Maybe he wanted to pay for your wedding, buy you a house, shit like that. That’s what good dads want, right?” I asked. I wouldn’t know from personal experience.
“Maybe,” she said as pain sliced across her eyes. “What do we do with it?”
“What do you mean what do we do with it?” I asked.
“Like… how do we… deal with it?”
“Deal with it?” I repeated.
“Why are you parroting me?” she asked, brows pinching.
“‘Cause you’re not making any sense,” I said. “The fuck do you mean how do you deal with it? It’s money. You… spend it. Save it. The usual shit.”
“What? You think I should take it?”
“The fuck else would you do? Burn it? It’s real money.” I’d checked.
Now, with round eyes, she looked back at the cash, seeing it the way I’d been seeing it.
As opportunities.
As security.
“I don’t… I don’t even know what to do with this much money,” she said. “I… I like simple things.”
That was the damn truth.
“You could use it how your old man likely intended,” I suggested. “Pay for your wedding. Get a place of your own. Maybe start a business.”
She didn’t need to work.
I made more than enough.
But a lot of the mafia wives liked having something on the side for themselves.
“You could get involved with a shelter,” I suggested. “Fuck, you could build your own shelter.”
There wasn’t much in the world, aside from me, that she cared about as much as she did Storm. And the plight of unwanted dogs everywhere. She could take that bleeding heart of hers and do a lot of good with this money.
“That’s true,” she said, eyes brightening. “How much does a condo cost in the city?” she asked. “I mean, you know, one with maybe three or four bedrooms,” she added with a warm little smile, thinking of the future, of kids who looked like us.
I glanced at the pile, then separated it at what seemed like an appropriate size for a condo in Manhattan. Real estate wasn’t cheap.
“Okay,” she said, unfazed. “Good. And a wedding would be, what, this?” she asked, picking a much smaller section.
“Yeah, about,” I agreed, nodding. It was a big family with a lot of mouths to feed.
“That leaves all of this for a small inheritance for each of our future kids,” she decided, splitting off another chunk of it. “And this for rescuing all the puppies,” she said, waving at what was left.
“That looks like a plan,” I agreed.
“It looks like our future,” she corrected, beaming at me.
