Page 157 of Kai
Honestly, next to Nico Fury he might be the coolest bastard in the room.
Inside?
Inside, I'm absolutely fanboying.
Fuck you.
These men are legends.
Ego kicks me under the table.
I stop staring.
“And your solution to Jonas’ smear campaign against your woman was to drive over there and punch him again?”
Adrik raises both eyebrows.
He looks amused.
Meanwhile, I’m starting to sweat over here.
I glance at Ego.
Ego glances at me.
Neither of us says anything.
“That wasn't a no,” Marat observes.
“It was under consideration,” I admit.
Josef pinches the bridge of his nose.
Noel groans.
Remy starts laughing.
“Knew it.”
“Shut up.”
“You absolutely would've punched him.”
“He deserved it. He still deserves it,” I mutter.
“Okay, so this councilman delayed permits because he wanted your woman?” Nico Fury asks, but it doesn’t sound like much of a question.
“Yes,” I growl.
“Then you guys counter by making it seem you’re just a jealous boyfriend—easy enough to forgive a punch to the nose when you’re the boyfriend, I get it. But in a twist of fate, you become her actual boyfriend. So he smears her rep in the paper?”
“A story in the paper we’ve linked to the Sarkisians,” I mutter
“Okay,” Nico says, nodding his head, “but his off the books job is to steer contracts toward organized crime, in particular to them, the Sarkisians. But this time he flakes because of a woman who doesn’t belong to him. I can tell you from experience, these guys? They’re not gonna like that.”
Adrik steeples his fingers and leans forward.
All of us lean in, waiting for what he’ll say next.
