“I’ll stay in here.”
“Your choice. I’ll be downstairs if you want to come join me.”
Her face contorted into something confusing and angry. I repressed a smile and drifted over to the door.
“Wait,” she said. “Can I get… a TV for in here?”
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. What a simple, absurd request, but I wanted her to feel like she was at home.
I needed to make her feel comfortable and happy. The happier she was, the less likely she’d be to do something stupid and frustrating.
“If you want a TV, I’ll get you one.”
She nodded. “Thanks.”
“But one more thing. Some of my guys are going to start working at the shop. They’ll show up when I send them. Don’t expect them to do anything to help the business, and they will need free run of the back.”
Anger flashed over her face. “So I’m just supposed to let your goons do whatever they want in my store?”
“More or less. Unless you want to be the one who handles shipping and storing the pills?”
She glared at me and crossed her arms. “I guess not.”
“Then my guys will show up and you won’t get in their way.”
I could tell she wanted to argue. The idea of letting strangers into her shop and giving them the freedom to do whatever they wanted probably felt like dying to her. She had an independent streak that I admired, but needed to be tamped down if this was going to work.
“Fine. Whatever you want. This is your show.” She inched closer and nudged at the tray with her toe. “Can I ask you something?”
I leaned against the doorframe and gestured. “Go ahead.”
“Who do you work for?”
“What makes you think I work for someone?”
She shrugged. “Everyone works for someone.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s a good point.”
“So who’s your boss?”
“His name is Hedeon.”
“Hedeon,” she repeated. “That’s a strange name.”
“It’s Russian. He’s the head of our crew. I suppose we’re a family now, actually.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
I spread my head. “It’s a long story.”
“I have time.”
I considered that for a moment, trying to decide how much she needed to know. Truth was, she could go through this without ever hearing about the details of Hedeon and the crew, but I couldn’t see the harm in telling her.
“We used to be a small and distributed outfit. We worked in individual cells. But about a year ago, we took over a major Russian mafia family called the Volkovs and won a lot of territory. Since then I’ve been operating my own little crew under the umbrella of the family. We pay them tribute and take orders from the top, but I mostly have freedom to do whatever I want.”
“So your boss doesn’t like to micromanage.”
“As long as the tribute payments flow and there aren’t any problems, Hedeon lets us all do what we want. He had his own plans to pursue.”
“Interesting.” She chewed on that for a moment. “Will I ever meet the others? I assume there are other groups like yours.”
“There are, and probably not. If you do, I think you should assume that shit’s gone very wrong.”
She took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay, I think I understand how this works now.”
“Try and get some sleep, little diamond. Works starts in the morning.”
She looked away from me and didn’t answer.
I lingered there and felt a strange desire to walk back over to the bed and take her hair in my fist. I wanted to pull it hard and make her understand that my boss didn’t matter, that as far as she was concerned, I was the only man in this world worth a damn. If she wanted to survive this, if she wanted to flourish, I was the one she needed to worry about.
But that was just insecurity. And I wasn’t the kind of man to give in to that sort of impulse.
I left and show the door behind me.
I didn’t bother locking the bolt. It was time to start trusting her. Baby steps at first, but if she proved herself, maybe I’d allow more freedoms.
I hoped she learned how to behave.
But until then, I’d make sure to lock my bedroom door at night.
6
Leigh
The next week was a blur.
Leigh drifted from Owain’s house to her shop and back to the house again. She barely left the room, and when she did she made sure that Owain wouldn’t be around. He was home constantly for the first few days, but then he started disappearing for hours at a time without a word.
She was tempted to push her boundaries. The firs time she realized she was home alone, she wanted to jump on the internet and start posting on Facebook.
But she quickly realized how stupid that would be.
Spending a few hours on social media wasn’t worth the risk to her mother’s safety. And the more time she spent with Owain, the more she was positive that he meant exactly what he said.
There as almost no guile to him. He was straightforward and honest. When he said he thought something, he really meant it. When he said he was going to do something, he always followed through.
Most nights, he cooked her dinner. And most nights it was really good.
Work dragged. The guys he promised would show up eventually appeared on the third afternoon. They carried in big cardboard boxes and stacked them in the back. She recognized one of the guys, a man named Rolan, but she didn’t talk to him and they didn’t bother her.
It was strange how quickly it felt normal. Even trapped in a strange man’s house, terrified that he’ll change his mind at any moment and decide I wasn’t worth keeping around, I still settled into an easy rhythm.
Until one morning Owain stopped in front of my shop and grabbed my wrist before I could get out.
“Sales start today.”
I stared at him. “What?”
“You
