Ambition: A Dark Billionaire Romance Anthology by Lauren Landish, Lauren Landish Page B
Authors: Lauren Landish, Lauren Landish
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know who?"
"For fuck's sake man, he isn't fucking Voldemort. You can say his name, bitch. You think we spooked the Snowman."
They argued for another minute before giving up and heading back to their brownstone, most likely to go inside. I turned my attention to the other man, who was crouched about fifteen feet away. In the hazy moonlight I could see the glimmer of the pistol at his side. At least it wasn't pointed at me.
"Thanks," I said. "But I was doing fine."
"You were unaware of your surroundings and had cut off your hearing to listen on that cheap mike set," the masked man admonished me derisively. "That's twice you've done something stupid and amateurish. I saw your little stunt with the 88's. You got out of that with just pure luck that none of them thought to pull a blade on you."
"You know, not everyone has the resources and training you do..... Snowman," I said, adjusting to a seated position. He had the drop on me and was already armed, there was no point in useless posturing. "I'm just trying to do what I can on a shoestring budget."
"You could have done the exact same thing from this roof if you'd used your brain," Snowman countered. "What the hell were you doing, anyway?"
I rested my forearms on my knees and sat back against the brick retaining wall of the roof. "What does it look like I'm doing? You took down Owen Lynch and the Confederation, but this town needs a lot more than just that to have a chance, and it's too big a job for one man."
"A big job, but one made more difficult by people who don't know what the fuck they're doing," Snowman countered. "I don't need your help. You’re just going to make things harder.”
He stood up and holstered his pistol, backing away. As he turned to walk to the edge of the roof, I called after him. "I'm not going to stop, you know."
"You're going to get yourself killed," he replied, turning and walking back towards me. "I may not be the guy who sneaks up on you next time."
"Some things are worth dying for," I said. "You of all people should know that if the stories about you are true."
Snowman looked at me for a moment, I wasn't sure if in exasperation or admiration, then turned and ran towards the edge of the roof. Jumping just before he reached the edge, he easily cleared his way to the building next door, jogging across and disappearing into the gloom. I waited for him to go, then made my way over to the edge of the roof that overlooked the street where the Latin Kings had been gathered. Unfortunately, they'd either gone inside or run off, leaving me with only a hint of information, and out a parabolic microphone.
Damn.
Chapter 10
Tabby
M onday through Wednesday were pretty routine for me, as I dealt with the paperwork of getting the community centers off the ground. The only notable thing was Wednesday afternoon, when I went by City Hall to have a meeting with the Mayor. Joseph Williams and I may have shared the same last name, but that was where our similarities ended.
The stress of the past few months had trimmed close to thirty pounds off his frame, and he looked cadaverous as I stepped into his office. He had survived the scandals that had taken down his Deputy Mayor with his own job intact, but that was about it. I honestly thought that if he wasn't constrained by the term limit law the city had in place, he would have been taken down as well. Instead, the voters were willing to let him serve out the last two years of his term before retiring into obscurity. I felt for him, since according to Mark he was a man who had been caught up in circumstances beyond his control more than actually being evil himself.
"Good afternoon, Your Honor," I greeted him. I was dressed to impress, but had toned the sexiness down just a touch. There was a time to be drop dead distracting, but I didn't have to always, so the suit coat and skirt was just a bit looser than normal. "I'm thankful you asked me to come by."
"When a company agrees to spend millions of its
"For fuck's sake man, he isn't fucking Voldemort. You can say his name, bitch. You think we spooked the Snowman."
They argued for another minute before giving up and heading back to their brownstone, most likely to go inside. I turned my attention to the other man, who was crouched about fifteen feet away. In the hazy moonlight I could see the glimmer of the pistol at his side. At least it wasn't pointed at me.
"Thanks," I said. "But I was doing fine."
"You were unaware of your surroundings and had cut off your hearing to listen on that cheap mike set," the masked man admonished me derisively. "That's twice you've done something stupid and amateurish. I saw your little stunt with the 88's. You got out of that with just pure luck that none of them thought to pull a blade on you."
"You know, not everyone has the resources and training you do..... Snowman," I said, adjusting to a seated position. He had the drop on me and was already armed, there was no point in useless posturing. "I'm just trying to do what I can on a shoestring budget."
"You could have done the exact same thing from this roof if you'd used your brain," Snowman countered. "What the hell were you doing, anyway?"
I rested my forearms on my knees and sat back against the brick retaining wall of the roof. "What does it look like I'm doing? You took down Owen Lynch and the Confederation, but this town needs a lot more than just that to have a chance, and it's too big a job for one man."
"A big job, but one made more difficult by people who don't know what the fuck they're doing," Snowman countered. "I don't need your help. You’re just going to make things harder.”
He stood up and holstered his pistol, backing away. As he turned to walk to the edge of the roof, I called after him. "I'm not going to stop, you know."
"You're going to get yourself killed," he replied, turning and walking back towards me. "I may not be the guy who sneaks up on you next time."
"Some things are worth dying for," I said. "You of all people should know that if the stories about you are true."
Snowman looked at me for a moment, I wasn't sure if in exasperation or admiration, then turned and ran towards the edge of the roof. Jumping just before he reached the edge, he easily cleared his way to the building next door, jogging across and disappearing into the gloom. I waited for him to go, then made my way over to the edge of the roof that overlooked the street where the Latin Kings had been gathered. Unfortunately, they'd either gone inside or run off, leaving me with only a hint of information, and out a parabolic microphone.
Damn.
Chapter 10
Tabby
M onday through Wednesday were pretty routine for me, as I dealt with the paperwork of getting the community centers off the ground. The only notable thing was Wednesday afternoon, when I went by City Hall to have a meeting with the Mayor. Joseph Williams and I may have shared the same last name, but that was where our similarities ended.
The stress of the past few months had trimmed close to thirty pounds off his frame, and he looked cadaverous as I stepped into his office. He had survived the scandals that had taken down his Deputy Mayor with his own job intact, but that was about it. I honestly thought that if he wasn't constrained by the term limit law the city had in place, he would have been taken down as well. Instead, the voters were willing to let him serve out the last two years of his term before retiring into obscurity. I felt for him, since according to Mark he was a man who had been caught up in circumstances beyond his control more than actually being evil himself.
"Good afternoon, Your Honor," I greeted him. I was dressed to impress, but had toned the sexiness down just a touch. There was a time to be drop dead distracting, but I didn't have to always, so the suit coat and skirt was just a bit looser than normal. "I'm thankful you asked me to come by."
"When a company agrees to spend millions of its
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