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“Well, shit,” I mused, begrudgingly impressed. “Flexing your muscles there, John?”
“It’s always good to practice.”
“I bet.”
He smirked. “So, am I representing you?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Not if you want to stay out of prison.”
“Fuck.” Reaching up with my still-cuffed hands to scratch my nose, I pointed to the stack of paperwork in front of him. “Is that all about me?”
“Every page,” he replied, pushing the stack toward me. “Front and back.”
Shoulders slumping in defeat, I leaned back in my chair and studied him. “Why are you helping me?”
“Why did you hit the Ryan boy?”
I shrugged. “He had it coming.”
“Try again.”
I met his unyielding stare, before blowing out a breath and mumbling, “You clearly already know why.”
“Indulge me.”
“Because if I didn’t, your son would have, and he has a hell of a lot more to lose than I have,” I came right out and told him. “Is that indulging enough for ya?”
He didn’t look one bit surprised by my admission.
Because this man was smart.
Hell, he was sharp as a razor.
“You protected my son’s future, and now I’m here to protect yours,” he finally said, folding his arms across his chest. “Sounds like a fair trade if you ask me.”
“Except that I don’t have one of those.”
“I’m sure my wife would argue that statement.” He smiled ruefully before adding, “You’ve won yourself a fan, Joey Lynch.”
“Your wife,” I deadpanned, repressing the urge to groan when a sudden pang of intense pain and hunger attacked my senses. Fuck, it was never going away. “Can’t see how when your wife doesn’t know shit about me.”
“And you clearly don’t know shit about her—excuse the term of phrase,” he replied with a smirk. “She has a feeling about you.”
I narrowed my eyes, instantly suspicious. “A feeling.”
He nodded. “She wants to help you.”
I stiffened. “I don’t want her help.”
“Ah, but do you need it?”
“Can you just get to the point?” I flat out asked him, feeling confused as fuck. “I don’t do beating around the bush. Just tell me what you want.”
“First, I’m going to get you out of this mess,” he said, rising to his feet. “And then we’ll talk.”
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