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I sip the golden liquid and settle back into my side of the seat. “Who was on the phone?”
“One of my assistants. Small fire needed to be put out. Nothing to worry about.”
A generic and vague answer just like all the others he gives me. You’d think I’d quit asking by now but I cling to the hope that eventually he will be open and honest about what it is that consumes almost all of his hours.
This is usually where I make some smart-ass remark but I don’t have it in me. Not when we’re however many feet in the air and I’m unable to escape him. Jumping out of an airplane isn’t exactly on my bucket list.
I nod and down a little bit more of the bourbon. “I didn’t know you had access to a private jet.” I change the subject because if I don’t, I’ll stew on how secretive he is.
Dominic reaches for his own glass. “Mmhm. I bought it a while back.”
My eyes widen. “Oh, you like, own it. A whole fucking airplane.”
“Along with a few homes across the United States, and a Villa in Portugal.”
“You’re not serious.” I stare at him.
“Why would I lie about that?” Dom sets the glass back down.
It’s a valid question. Whywouldhe lie about it? But how did I not know that? He’s such a fucking closed book, and it only makes me wonder what else I haven’t unearthed about him.
“Some days, it feels like I don’t know you at all,” I tell him.
“I don’t understand.” Dom tilts his body toward me.
“You wouldn’t, because you know my every move.” I leave out the things that Simon and I do behind their back. But maybe if they didn’t shut me out so fucking much, I wouldn’t be doing that shit with him. “And I don’t have much history. I’ve never left California, let alone bought a house in another country.”
“I’ll buy you a house wherever you want.”
I sigh. “That’s not my point, Dom.”
“Then what is it?”
“My point is, is that you’re closed off. You hardly ever actually tell me anything aboutyou. I find out in these nonchalant moments where you just randomly say you have a house in France.”
“Portugal.”
“Same thing.” I throw up my hand. “I don’t even know if I could differentiate them on a map.”
“Well, Portugal is west of Spain.”
“For a really smart man, you sure are dense sometimes, Dom.”
He narrows his eyes for a brief moment, then relaxes them. “What would you like to know, June? Ask me anything.”
“Other than work things, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
“What about how you got into the life? That doesn’t cover current events. And I already know the story of Magnus and Coen.”
“I grew up in it.” Dom latches onto his bourbon again.
“Great story.”
We hit a little turbulence, and I accidentally grip Dom’s leg.
“That was nothing to worry about.” He places his hand on top of mine. “As far as my involvement, it began when I was a child. I don’t remember a time when things were any different. I had family that were made men, and I idolized them. Franklin had seen potential in me from an early age. He shaped me into the son he never had, and in a way, he was like a father figure to me. But even though his method was the only one I knew, I still questioned his authority left and right. There were numerous times when I thought he'd cast me out and find someone else to mold into his protégé, but I was always able to reel him back in. Franklin was intelligent and a damn good businessman, that much was certain. He was also stubborn, hot-headed, and paranoid as hell."
