I think for a moment. “Sounds fair.”
“And I have one specification.”
“What’s that?”
“I want Jesten Miller to work for me.”
“Fuck off. No. I won’t stand for it.”
“He would be good.”
I glare at him. “He wouldn’t fucking survive because I would kill the prick.”
“Why, because he wants Natasha?”
“Just fucking shut up. I hated him even before he wanted my wife!”
He smirks. “You like saying that, don’t you?”
“What?”
“My wife.”
I smile. He’s got me. I do say it a lot. “It has a certain ring to it, I have to admit.”
He holds out his hand to shake. “So, it’s agreed? I will pay you back in two years?”
I nod. “Deal.”
“And Miller comes to work for me.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You said it was my business.”
“I’m not giving him one fucking cent.”
“He knows Allender and he knows the case. He wants his accomplice caught as much as you do.”
I think for a moment.
“You won’t even fucking see him.”
My eyes hold his. Fuck, I don’t want that asshole anywhere near my family.
“He helped us when you were in prison, you know.”
I roll my eyes. Cameron and Ben have already told me this.
“I didn’t ask him to.” I snarl.
“He did it for Natasha, not you.” I narrow my eyes. “Just like he will find Allender’s dodgy mate.”
“Fucking hell,” I snap. “I really don’t want him around.”
“Natasha is living in L. A. – he won’t see her at all. Stop being a fucking baby.”
I scrub my hands up and down my face in frustration.
Ben comes to the door. “Can I see you for a moment, Stan?”
My eyes flick to Brock. “Yes, we are done here.”
“So, we have a deal?” He asks.
I blow out a breath in frustration. “All except Miller.”
Brock’s eyes flick to Ben. “Miller would be good working for me, don’t you think?”
Ben nods in agreement. “Yes.” He looks around nervously. “I wanted to speak to you together, actually.”