Page 24 of Tiny's Law

Tiny chuckles as his thumb slides along the screen.

“What? You know the place? Is it a bust?” I ask nervously. Taking my place on the couch next to him, looking over his shoulder as he flips through the pictures of the cute little apartment.

“These are our apartments.”

“Oh?”

“The club owns the whole stripmall these are built over. We just bought this one last year and finished the remodels in all the apartments a couple weeks ago. This one is over Pebbles’ dance studio.”

“Are they new?”

“I mean, they might as well be. We essentially gutted the entire building. There’s a daycare, dance studio, a gym, and a few empty storefronts.”

“Can you take me to see them?”

“Now?” his brows rise.

I look around at my office, content with what I’ve gotten done so far, and nod.

“Sure.” Tiny pushes to his full height, looking surprised. I follow suit, and now that I’m standing right up next to him, I can tell just how tall he is.

Even with my four-inch Tom Ford heels giving me height, the top of my head barely reaches his chin.

“How tall are you?” I blurt.

He huffs out a chuckle and turns to me, watching me intently as I move over to my desk and put everything into my purse. “6’6.”

“Holy shit.”

“How tall are you without those things?” He nods down to my heels.

“A whopping 5’6.”

“That’s why you wear the heels all the time?”

I look down at one of my favorite pairs of shoes, lifting my foot and waving it around. “That, and they’re cute. Heels make me happy.”

“Me fucking too, babe,” he mutters just quiet enough so that I barely hear him.

“What was that?” I ask snarkily, letting him know I heard him but want him to repeat it.

“You heard me. Heels are sexy as fuck. Especially those,” he points down with both pointer fingers and I watch in amusement as his bottom lip disappears beneath his top teeth. He looks up, waggling his eyebrows at me flirtatiously.

“Alright, Romeo, take me to these apartments.”

After saying bye to Reggie, Owen, and Nash, Tiny holds the door open for me, and I follow him out. His bike is parked against the curb right next to my Range Rover. “Is it customary to park everywhere backed into the curb like that?” I nod towards his bike, sliding my large Quay sunglasses over my face.

He follows suit with his own glasses and smiles. “Easier take off. Follow behind me. It’s only a few blocks from here.”

It’s a chillier day today, so I’m thankful for the reprieve of my car on my bare legs. Tiny wasn’t lying. The drive to the strip only takes approximately seven minutes. Jesus. Everything in this town is the same distance away. So many people, but such a small town. I pull into an open parking space next to his bike and laugh to myself as I realize he pulled in once again, facing away from the building.

“Do you have keys?” I ask after he opens my door for me, holding his hand out for me to take. I appreciate the gesture, and it doesn’t escape my notice that he holds onto my hand and leads me toward the door under the large dance studio sign.

“Pebbles has them. Ghost decided that whatever business is below the apartment, that business will get the profits from the apartment.”

“That’s actually really cool.”

“Ghost can be a pretty nice guy. Don’t tell him I said that, though. I’ll deny it,” he winks.

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