Ivy’s POV
Xavier and I gathered with Caleb and Jude in the secure conference room for an urgent family meeting. Caleb had just received word from our Brooklyn associates, and their message demanded immediate action from the highest levels of our organization.
"The arms deal has exceeded their projections, but they want the Don there personally. They’re prepared to expand our territory agreement, but only through direct negotiation with family leadership," Caleb briefed us, his cold blue eyes scanning the encrypted documents spread across the mahogany table.
"When do we move?" Xavier asked without hesitation, already calculating logistics in his mind.
"First available transport tomorrow morning," Caleb replied curtly. "Jude will provide security detail, and I believe Ivy should accompany this operation. These associates need to witness our complete power structure and understand our negotiation methods."
"Agreed," Xavier nodded. "What are your thoughts, Ivy?"
"Actually, I think remaining here would be more strategic. These associates require extensive money laundering documentation, and you might need immediate access to financial records like the Denver situation."
"She makes a valid point," Xavier acknowledged. "Ivy’s rapid intelligence delivery prevented a significant delay on our last territorial expansion."
"You’re absolutely correct," Caleb conceded with a slight smirk. "Ivy oversees our financial operations while we handle the Brooklyn families. Can you manage everything during our absence?"
"Consider it handled, gentlemen," I confirmed. "How long should I expect you to be away?"
"An extended period," Caleb estimated.
We spent the remainder of the day preparing for their departure. Document encryption, communication protocols, and operational security briefings consumed our afternoon. The sun had disappeared behind Denver’s skyline by the time we finished our preparations. I offered my best wishes for their successful negotiations.
Only after returning home and putting Max to bed did I notice my phone’s silent mode. I reactivated the sound and scrolled through accumulated messages.
The group chat showed Ruby asking about my location, with Gemma explaining my meeting-heavy schedule. Zoe had sent word about staying at Finn’s safe house tonight. My parents had left a message requiring quick acknowledgment. Then I discovered Parker’s message:
"Every moment feels endless until I see you again. Missing you constantly, beautiful."
His message sent warmth through my chest. Parker remained in Texas expanding his gambling operations, yet maintained daily contact through encrypted messages and secure video calls. His consistency and charm never failed to lift my spirits despite the dangerous world surrounding us. I prepared to respond when his incoming call interrupted my typing.
"Hello, stranger! How’s the Texas expansion treating you?"
"Profitable territory and excellent weather. Completely meaningless without you here." Parker’s smooth voice carried its usual dangerous charm.
"Then you must be suffering from terrible boredom."
"Absolutely torturous!" His laughter carried through the encrypted line. "How was your day, stunning Ivy?"
"Productive but draining. My phone stayed silent all day during family business, so I missed your earlier message. I apologize for the delay."
"No apologies necessary from you. Are you completely exhausted?"
"Somewhat tired, why do you ask?"
"Because I’m currently parked outside your building’s main entrance, hoping to steal some time with the most beautiful woman in Denver."
"You’re lying!" The prospect of seeing him sent excitement through my voice.
"Completely serious. But if the timing isn’t safe, I completely understand."
"Come upstairs immediately. I want to see you too."
We disconnected and I rushed to change clothes, selecting white shorts and a flowing lavender tank top. I positioned myself by the living room entrance, anticipating his arrival while checking the security monitors.
The elevator doors opened to reveal Parker carrying multiple luxury shopping bags, dressed in casual jeans and a fitted black shirt. His Texas tan enhanced his already striking features. His face illuminated when he spotted me waiting.
"Ivy, you’re being completely unfair to me."
"What exactly am I doing wrong?"
"Wearing those shorts. Your legs are absolutely breathtaking!" His compliment sent heat rushing to my cheeks.
"Stop being ridiculous, Parker!"
"I’d be ridiculous not to appreciate such beauty. How do you become more stunning each time I see you?"
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