“Of course.” I grinned. I pulled a piece of paper out of my bag, amusement sparkling in Kellan’s eyes as they met mine. After we met with Francine, I asked Sophia if she knew how to open an offshore account, not wanting any chance of Angelo tracing the money back to me. Her father got me in touch with his guy, and I set everything up with him. He’d take care of hiding it away and making sure we dealt a major blow to the Barone’s pocketbook. I had no idea how much exactly was in there, but judging by the way Miller’s face surprisingly lost even more color, it was a lot more than what was in the vault. Good.
“I’ll be watching to make sure you type in every number correctly,” Kellan said with a shift of his gun.
“O-okay,” he wheezed out, keeping his hands above the desk as he typed in the account information. “For a transfer this large, there’s paperwork that will need to be signed.”
“That’s fine,” I assured him and tucked the blade back into the bag.
The phone rang, and I pulled it toward me, not giving Miller a chance to grab it.
“Yes?”
“No fun, sugar, you should have answered the phone like I did.” Spade snickered. “Or maybe we could even do a role-play later, and I could be your employee. Switch it up a bit.”
“Spade,” Kellan said. “Is now really the time?”
“Why not?”
“Because everyone can hear this. Do you really think it’s the best idea to let them all fantasize about our girl?”
My cheeks heated at that, and I couldn’t fight off the smile that curled on my lips. He hid it well, but he was just as possessive and violent as my other two men.
“You’re right,” Spade said.
“Is it finished?” I interrupted before he could go on a killing spree.
“Almost.” He sighed. “They wanted to call and give the final total.”
Glenn’s tone was wary as he took over. “There’s four hundred and fifty thousand dollars in large bills. We’re working on getting it all packaged up now.”
“Thank you,” Miller said, trying to hold back the wobble in his voice as Kellan nudged him with the gun, reminding him not to try anything stupid.
I hung up the phone and gestured for him to continue what he was doing.
The whirr of the printer filled the room as he got to work, and Kellan retrieved the pages for him, not giving him the opportunity to pull anything.
“I’ve deducted the four hundred and fifty thousand.” Miller reached for the top page and signed it, passing me a pen. I skimmed over the page and signed.
“So this is the remaining balance that will be transferred to the account you provided.” He signed the page and passed it to me. When my gaze landed on the total, I forced my reaction under a blank mask. I always knew he had money, but this much was inconceivable.
I read over the page, making sure there weren’t any loopholes and the account information was correct. When I was sure there were no surprises, I signed the document and passed it back to Miller. He pulled in a ragged breath as though he’d been holding it while I read the page and continued to process the transaction.
“I’ll print off another copy for your records, and then everything should be in order,” he said, and Kellan grabbed the papers from the printer once again for us to sign.
Miller’s mouth tightened as he tapped a finger impatiently on the desk and glanced at the clock, most likely hoping to get out of dodge before the end of today, but I ignored them and pulled out my phone. It rang only once before the person on the other end answered.
“Is it done?”
“The transfer just hit,” Louis said, not missing a beat. “I’ll route it through a few different shell accounts so that they can’t trace it.”
“Perfect, thanks again.”
“No problem, especially with the generous cut you offered. This was a bit more than you thought it would be, wasn’t it?” We’d offered him two percent of whatever was transferred, and at over two hundred million, he was looking at a paycheck of over four hundred thousand dollars.
“Definitely, but you’re earning every penny.” With that, we hung up and let him get back to his work.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you, but I hope I never have to see you again.” I pinned Miller with a scathing glare, not missing the way he shuddered like I might just snap and kill him anyway.
“Y-yes.” He nodded, his breaths coming in ragged pants like he was already mentally planning how he was going to escape the Barones—which was poetic justice if you asked me.
