RYDER
I do not feel threatened by that boy. What irritates me to the f*****g bone is the fact that he thinks it’s okay to tell Liora to catch some sleep.
Who the f**k does he think he is to her?
Her friend?
The thought alone rubs me the wrong way.
He talks to her so comfortably, like he’s earned that place beside her.
He hasn’t.
“How is the deal going?” Liora asked, looking away from the pasta boiling in the pot. “You haven’t really been saying anything about it.”
“The deal is going fine.”
She nodded. “Have you signed the contract?”
That old woman is just playing funny.
She asked for only half of the payment upfront, which is liable to be refunded if she finds out we violate any of the requirements, like not to build a f*****g casino.
What’s her deal with what I do with the lan
