Page 45 of Unexpectedly In Love

Before he can answer Cid and Kyros come strolling in. One appears to be upset that he had to wake up while the latter is happy and chirpy.

Cid sits on the green sofa furthest away from everyone else. Kyros sits next to Khaos.

“Why is it so quiet? Did he kill Mrs. D?” Kyros asks as he pulls his jacket down to his wrist.

Khaos’ lips strain like he is holding in a laugh. “He said the music problem has been averted. He took care of it?”

Cid pulling hair back into a low pony revealing a new clamp earring on his ear. “How?”

I groan know what’s about to happen.

“Well, it’s not sex because you are still very grumpy,” Kyros replies.

“You notice that to huh, he is still very tense,” Khaos adds.

I clear my throat and wait.

“Okay. What are we dealing with today?” Kyros asks.

Opening a file, I begin sharing copies of paper that I made the night before.

“Meeting with Vasileiou in some minute he flew all the way from the mother land to meet us.” Khaos states.

“We need them on our side if shit goes down.” Kyros states.

It’s true the Vasileiou family happens to be one of the great old families from Greece. If shit goes down having them will be a game changer. No one goes up against them. Nikos Vasileiou may be going down in age but he was a hard nut to crack. He believes in the old ways and in tradition. Everything about me is new. I grew up in American, mother was American. My parents were married, but my mom dead. However, I am the son of Lucas Demopoulos.

“What’s this about Lakeshore?” Kyros questions as he scans his pages.

“Banner shipping, Oceania corp is going to lease three of their docks on the southern side of Lakeshore,” I state. My heart skips a beat because I have been waiting for the invitation.

“Is Henry Banner at the helm still? Last, I check he is not a trustworthy man you want to do business with,” Kyros says.

Khaos turns to the second sheet. “He died his son Rhet took over. Apparently, he is now a family man.”

“And a shrewd businessman, if I sign on the Lakeshore deal. I have new opportunities for all of us and the family,” I observe my cousins as they all the document that I handed to them.

“What Cid?” I ask. Where Khaos is strategic Cid is incredibly detailed oriented. He observes the smallest minute features that we may not see.

He exhales because my cousin hates to talk. “It, it, it.”

We all wait silently, knowing that his stutter was his biggest insecurity. Thankful we all know never to utter the words, “Take your time and talk.”

“It’s a good deal, but what else do-does he deal i-in exactly.” He presses his thumb in the corner of his nose bridge.

I smirk because even though the pages mention Banner’s glowing business deals nothing is said about his illegal activities and there are a few.

“Clubs, smuggling, extortion, racketeering, narc and fraud.”

Cid frowns as he turns the sheets of paper searching for something. “What a-a-about flesh?”

I understood the question. “No, he is not into human trafficking and selling women.”

Cid takes out his komboloi, his worry bead, effortlessly he swings if between his fingers and around his hand. With each swing the wooden beads make click clacking sounding. I understand his question, because their mother was a woman that was caught in the web of human trafficking.

“We will never go into that, Cid. I can promise you that much.”

Cid nods.

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