always be his, and he was one lucky man. Most women would run when the shit hit the fan, but not his girl. She was tough, tenacious, and didn't leave his side. In fact, when the chips were down, Vegas didn't stand a chance. His fiery redheaded kitten dug in and stood by his side.
It was a good thing because without the love of a good woman, you were screwed.
Yes, they had money.
Correction--technically, Emma had more money than God, but it didn't change them. Yes, they could afford anything they wanted, but the funny thing was--they still didn't buy anything.
Well, that was a lie.
They opted to keep Randall Mason’s house, and instead of moving in as it was, they were remodeling it. The place was big, secure, and it could work for them.
What Croft wouldn’t say out loud was that he was making it a strong hold in their new empire. When the renovations were done in the next couple days, they’d be heading there to live.
At first he wanted to sell it, but Emma couldn't let it go. She wasn’t ready, and who was he to tell her no? Emma worked just as hard as he did, and she deserved to have some say in where they resided.
So, Greyson, like always, took over and stepped in. By the time the place was done, he was going to have the ‘Fort Knox’ of homesteads. There was high-tech security, round the clock eyes on the place, and even windows and doors no one could get through.
Yeah, he was going there.
If anyone thought they could attack them in their home, they had a big surprise coming.
Greyson went as far as to hire them a Russian bodyguard.
It would be so much easier to have Dimitri Gideon and his band of deadly gypsies watching their backs. While he didn't trust Emma’s life in anyone’s hands but his, he at least knew Dimitri was getting paid, and that often spoke volumes.
Hell, he could have all of the money if he wanted it. Emma’s safety was paramount. That was the bottom line.
The last two months had been exhausting. Who could blame him for being over the top?
Mob men.
Russian killers.
A corruptor.
Plus the work situation.
It was enough to make anyone crazy. Croft really needed a vacation, and he was pretty sure Emma was going to need one too. In all honesty, he’d be glad when it was all over. Then they could move on.
Whether it was going to be in Vegas, or some quiet castle in Ireland, he’d yet to make up his mind. After all this, they were ready for the new phase in their lives.
Hopefully, it would be one where no one was trying to kill them. It was getting old that they were wearing targets on their foreheads.
Damn old!
Over the last few weeks, so much had changed, and Greyson was looking forward to some normalcy. Yes, they still had to worry about the entire corrupt city of Vegas closing in on them, and they still had to stress how everyone thought they were totally crooked, but at least their marriage was rock solid.
Oh, and they had their family.
For a while, Greyson doubted the circle would be the same, especially after the man he called brother had opted to bite the hand that fed him.
But he was wrong.
While Curtis and Brynn had opted to move on, leaving them behind, Dante and Steele hadn’t. There were still people in their lives who they could rely on. Dante had finished his reserves tour, and he was done with the military. He was ready to start his life with Steele Bentley by his side.
Over the last two months, the four had become closer. So much so, that they gave Dante an important job.
Someone had to manage the Randall Mason empire. Honestly, Emma was too busy being a detective, and Greyson was tied up with being the head Fed in the city.
They couldn’t hand that kind of power over to just anyone, so they picked a trusted ally.
Dante was running it all.
And he was doing a great job too! Who knew the man would excel at being a Vegas power player?
Certainly not his big brother.
He was driving it like he stole it and making them even more money.
That amused all of