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So, her mind went back to him stealing. It was only logical. She hated it.
She wished that he would just tell her, but maybe she didn't want the truth. Maybe the truth was worse than what her mind was coming up with. Maybe, for once, she would let someone protect her … and who better than a man who was both a panther and a condor?
Her mood soured, and she rubbed her hands together, wishing she could see him in a positive light. As much as she wanted to, he was still a thief at the end of the day. There was no sugarcoating it.
Not that she was much better. But at least she had a good reason.
She watched the scenery change as they headed farther out of town. The number of buildings grew less and less. The sidewalks had ended, and the road was just wide open with a few cars passing. Strap crossed the empty road and strolled through a gravel lot to a warehouse-like building.
When they stepped inside, she gawked at the rows and rows of cars in the wide-open space behind several small cubicle offices. She could see they had a section of sports cars off to the side. Strap was looking for a fast sports car and had definitely come to the right place.
"How did you know this was here?" she asked, shocked at how he knew exactly where this place was.
"I've been here before. Someone I know personally runs it. He doesn't like to deal with all the other dealerships, so he distances himself from them. He only has a few other people working here with him."
She wondered if they were criminal friends, but she decided not to ask. She trailed Strap as he sauntered in and out of the rows. He looked at the vehicles, shaking his head at a few. Nothing seemed to keep his attention, though.
"What are you looking for?" she asked, stopping next to him.
"Something fast."
"Aren't they all fast?" She laughed.
He smirked at her, nodding his head. "Yes, but I want the fastest. He has his higher-class vehicles in the back."
Just then, someone came up behind them, and they both turned. A tall man with dark skin smiled. His eyes landed on Strap.
"Strap, I haven't seen you in a while. I thought you were in … "
Strap cleared his throat loudly, causing the man to pause. She looked at Strap, confused. What was the man going to say? He spoke with a Texas accent, strange given they were in Europe.
"It's great to see you, Ron. It's been a while. Hope the wife and kids are doing well."
The man chuckled deeply. "A while indeed. They’re all good. The wife is happy, and the kids are crazy, as always. What are you looking for?"
"I need a fast car. What do you have?" He crossed his arms, staring at Ron with eager eyes.
Ron threw his hand back, his thumb pointing behind him. "I have a Bugatti that just came in the other day. But for a pretty price."
Strap smiled at this. "Don’t worry about the money."
She stood stunned by their conversation. She almost didn't feel Strap's fingers wrap around hers as he turned her. But the electricity that shot up her arm brought the fact to her attention. Did it feel like that to touch every shifter?
"Let me grab the paperwork and the keys. Give me five minutes." Ron jogged away.
She narrowed her eyes at Strap. "You aren't going to test drive the car first? Isn’t that the number one thing to do when you buy a car?"
He shook his head. "No, I've bought several cars from Ron. He knows what I like. He won't screw me over. I know where he lives."
"Several cars? You've gone throughseveralcars."
He nodded. "I like my car's fast. What can I say?"
It made her wonder what life Strap led even more. He had enough money to buy himself sports cars. He had lived well, it seemed. Her father must’ve lived the same highlife. She should know. She inherited a hundred million from him.
That wasn't my case. Growing up, I lost count of the times my mother gave me all the food we had, saying she wasn’t hungry.She thought of her saint of a mother and how they struggled so much. She had no idea what a lot of money had felt like. She knew what penny-pinching felt like. Now she could afford everything she needed or wanted.
Too bad the money was blood money, ill-gotten goods. She was giving it all to charities hoping to rid it all of its taint.She shuffled toward the coffee bar, needing to keep herself busy for a few moments. She didn’t want to think about all the money.
