Page 45 of Dissolving Prejudice

“What?” I grimaced after swallowing. “Why?”

“Because I want to make sure he gets it.”

Unable to hide my smile, I shook my head and got up. “You sound like a girl with a crush.” Stopping by Dion, I looked down to see him fumbling with the ribbon.

“Hardly.” He tsked, finally done with whatever he was doing. “But I do want him to have nice things so he’ll consider coming back to work for me.”

I side-eyed him because, by now, I highly suspected all of this was a courtesy of goodwill after the lawyer took a bullet.

He then pursed his lips. “Although, I’ll admit that I wouldn’t mind seeing him on his knees with his mouth full of my cock… But since I have high respect for the institution of marriage—”

I snorted, then popped the last grape into my mouth and chewed while rolling my eyes.

Looking offended, Dion ground his jaw. “Why are you still here? Didn’t I order you to bring this basket to my darling lawyer?”

“You’re right,” I said, trying to keep a straight face because this was too funny. Not to mention, being a delivery boy was a much better job than collecting money from thugs. “I’ll be going, then.”

Grabbing the basket, I realized it was much heavier than I’d expected. “You can send someone else, you know,” I complained with a grunt while trying not to drop this shit.

“For some unknown reason, his husband isn’t fond of me, so all my gifts found their way to the garbage,” he said with a dramatic sigh after he leaned back against his table. “So I assumed a familiar face would do the job.”

He’s definitely crushing on the lawyer.

“Whatever. I’ll be going, then—”

“By the way, any news about our mole?” His eyes narrowed down on me, and I noticed the second he turned serious. Until then, the vibe in his office was somewhat amusing. That was no longer the case.

“Not yet, although I did eliminate many people.”

“Well, hurry up.”

“I want to be done with it more than you do, but I’m trying to keep a low profile so whoever it is won’t catch on.”

Nodding, Dion waved his hand. “Fine. Now, go before the macarons I had shipped from Paris get ruined in your clumsy hands.”

Even though I’d been back for over a month now, I still hadn’t had the chance to visit Chief’s house. At first, I foolishly drove to our old place, only to find out Chief was no longer living there. A man who claimed to be his uncle answered the door, and if it weren’t for how much he resembled Chief, I would have assumed he’d been joking. To be honest, I always thought his uncle had died or something… Anyway, Aiden gave me Chief’s new address, and would you believe it, the fucker had moved to fucking Carpinteria. He sure had taste. Or maybe it was the lawyer’s decision? Well, whoever picked this location sure knew something about living life because this new place was fucking gorgeous.

Located by the shore, the mansion looked rather new. It reminded me of a fancier Spanish-style home with large windows and a red-tiled roof. A beautiful garden surrounded the driveway, with huge lawns spreading behind. I could definitely picture myself living in a place like this if only I had the money. I did earn nice those last four years, but it was dirty money, which I’d rather get rid of altogether. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in a position to say no to cash. Not now, anyway.

Picking up Dion’s basket from the passenger seat, I got out of my Jeep, which technically belonged to Dion’s company, and climbed the stairs leading to the front door. I was impressed by the amount of detail they put into everything, including the hand-carved wooden door I just knocked on.

A few moments later, someone opened it—

“The hell are you doing here?” Andrei asked with a smile.

“What does it look like?” I lifted the heavy basket. “I’m here to deliver this shit.”

Andrei laughed before he cleared the way for me to pass. As I did, I looked around the place, still fucking impressed.

“This is one big upgrade,” I said, whistling as we walked farther in.

“I know, right? They moved here about three years ago. After Chief’s uncle returned to LA, Chief gave him his house back.”

“No shit.” I snorted. “I actually met the dude.”

“When?” Andrei frowned.

“Earlier. I first drove there by mistake.” I then turned to look at Andrei. “What’s your ugly ass doing here?”