OCEANS.
Some fathers would be returning home to their families jobless tonight. And probably for the rest of their miserable lives.
Why the f**k was someone standing outside my bedroom door without prior information from my men downstairs? Heads were going to roll for this.
Fuck.
She rang the bell again.
From the way she was planted outside that door — I could see her through the peephole, settled and patient and entirely unbothered — she was going nowhere. Moonie had always operated on the assumption that waiting was something other people did.
"Who is it?" I asked loud enough for her to hear me.
"Oh. Oceans, baby. It's me. Open the door," She sounded excited.
Kiss sat up immediately, worry lacing her features.
I lifted a hand and signaled her not to worry.
"Hold on. I'm busy."
