Page 65 of Stiletto's Savior

I feel my chest swell with determination. “Exactly.”

“Now, about the price,” the agent says, clearing his throat. He pauses for dramatic effect. “It’s listed at 660k.”

Song gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.

“Wow,” she breathes, clearly taken aback.

“Yeah, I get it. It’s a chunk.” I keep my voice steady, trying to mask my own surprise.

She doesn’t know about the deal I made with my old man. I’ll tell her, but after I get this place secured.

“Do you think... I mean, do you really want to?” Stiletto looks up at me, searching my face.

“More than anything.” I squeeze her hand reassuringly.

“Okay, then,” she says, confidence returning. “Let’s make it happen.”

“Here’s what I propose.” I turn back to the agent. “I’ll offer 600k in cash. Quick closing. No inspections.”

“Really?” The agent raises an eyebrow. “That’s quite a bit below ask.”

“Considering the repairs needed, and the fact I’m not asking for an inspection, it’s a deal your client would be foolish to turn down.” My heart pounds as I stand firm.

“All right, I’ll present it to my client,” he replies, scribbling notes on his clipboard.

“Thanks.” I nod, feeling the weight of the decision settle in my gut.

This is just the beginning.

Once he finishes writing his notes down, he glances up. “I’ll be in contact with you once my client makes a decision.”

“Perfect. I appreciate your time.” I shake hands with him and wrap an arm around Song.

As we step outside, the chill hits us again.

“Did that just happen?” she asks, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Yeah, it did.” I grin at her enthusiasm, and we climb into the truck.

“How do you feel?” she leans closer, her curiosity palpable.

“Like I’m ready for the new phase of my life.” I grip the steering wheel, finally feeling like I can envision my future here with her.

The truck rumbles beneath us as we pull away from the gym.

I glance at Song, her bright red hair catching the sun.

She’s still buzzing from the meeting, but a furrow creeps between her brows.

“Wait,” she says, breaking the moment. “Did you hit the lotto or something and not tell me? How in the hell do you have that kind of money?”

I chuckle, trying to keep it light. “I’ve been selling a shit ton of lemonade on the corner.”

“Ha. Funny,” Her hazel green eyes narrow, skepticism etched in her features. “Seriously.”

“Okay,” I take a deep breath, shifting in my seat. “I made a deal with my father.”

There was a time where I would compare my father to the devil, so I know her reaction isn’t going to be a good one.

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