Danny Torent's POV
Peyton stands beside me as we wait for the plane home to stop.
"You were right." She sighs as she hugs herself.
I take a long drag from my cigar and release it. Doing it two more times, I answer her. "And what do you plan to do now, Peyton Griffin?"
"We need to make a proper deal with Sam. If we take over, he has to make all of them swear to not go after Lola," she says.
Dealers are like dogs. If you give them a bone, they will go after it. Give them a bone with flesh, then you're in for a treat.
I nod and add to her bargain. "They shouldn't come here either to grab your boyfriend or your new daughter."
Eyeing the small girl attached to Caleb's hip, I tilt my head to the side. She has on a purple hijab and a thumb in her mouth. Being no older than eight, the child was an orphan in the Park's orphanage home. Penny felt for the child and adopted her, which is a stupid idea if you ask me.
She can't bring the kid back to Mother soil, and she can't be here for the kid when she grows up, because she'd be an Empress. I believe she already knows this because we had one of our silent arguments after she told me.
She's still holding on to her ideas for a simple family life. I wonder when she will join me in reality and see that our lives have never been and will never be straightforward.
"That too." She turns to smile at her little family, and a pang of envy flows through me.
That was supposed to be Chars and me someday, but that day would never happen. As long as I'm in the Empire and Mr Li's enemies are after her life, Charlie and I can't have a family.
The plane finishes a taxi, and the pilot flicks the headlights to grab our attention.
Security detail from the Empire comes down to grab Valentiá's body and our luggage. After saluting us and grabbing the baggage, they go to the plane.
Abigail launches at Penny to offer her goodbyes while Jacob offers some jokes to lighten up the solemn mood. Taryn and Jack remain quiet like Shawn and watch the scene play out.
A certain dark-complexioned girl in a black hoodie and shorts singles me out to talk in private.
"You sure you want to go back because I heard the place is dangerous?" she asks me impassively.
"I'm sure I'm more dangerous," I say. "You sure you want to stay? I heard the place isn't safe."
She rolls her eyes and turns to Caleb, who watches our interaction. "I can handle it."
During our short time together, I taught Marci every trick I knew, especially my RBF. She may not have been born with it, but she picked it up faster than how I picked up my red watch from the ground.
I caress the band and think over Marci's question. Since I'm done here, I think a parting gift is in order. Holding on to this article will only hold me back, just like my emotions.
I extend the watch to her, and she eyes it.
"Why?"
"You've proven yourself as a Dealer. I've taught you everything I know, and this watch is a memory I want to kill. That's why I'm giving it to you to remember me."
A smile threatens her face, but she kills it. Taking the watch, she says "I won't be forgetting you, Danny Torent."
"Likewise Marcella Freya Wellington." I flick my head towards the musician. "Watch over him for me."
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General FictionBook Two in The Dealer's Series "If I knew this year would turn out like this, I would have gladly stayed in the last one." ♤♤♤♤ Him - "If we survive this, we need to throw a damn party." Who's to say that a man who has a thing for gingers doesn't h...
