The God (Bratva Blood #3)- S.R. Jones Page 0,66
off and have a side entrance. If you guys would prefer, you could live there. I only suggested this plot for you so you could have your grandparents near you, but separate in their own building. I’m genuinely easy on how we do this. I don’t give a fuck whether I live in the farmhouse or whether Violet and I build something new. Either way, we can make this work, and it will be a great place to live.”
“I’d prefer to build something new for us that we can have next to my grandparents,” Cassie says.
“So who would you share the farmhouse building with?” Konstantin asks Andrius.
He shrugs again. “Reece and his lady, or Bohdan.”
Bohdan is looking beyond us to a patch of land off to one side, about half an acre away. “What was there?”
Andrius inspects the plans opened out on an old table in front of him, held down with a stone on each corner. “An old grain mill, gone now.”
“I want to build there,” Bohdan says.
Andrius clears his throat. “I thought if you wanted part of the farmhouse that might be a bit less expensive.”
“I’ve got a few million tucked away. I think that will cover it, don’t you?”
“You have?” Konstantin turns to Bohdan, brows raised in surprise. “I know I paid you well, but damn; you didn’t waste it on fast cars and loose women, did you?”
“Nah, and I didn’t waste it on Hermes wallets and Ferragamo shoes either,” Bohdan says with a wink.
Konstantin scowls, but Cassie snort-laughs behind her hand.
“I put it into savings and investments, emerging markets mostly.”
“You have a good broker then?” Konstantin asks.
Bohdan shakes his head. “No, I do it all myself. Keep pretty liquid so I can move it around quickly if needs be.”
“Did you make a big loss in 2008?” Konstantin asks.
“No, because I moved things around. I made money. Had some shorts and hedges mixed in too.”
“For real?”
“Yeah, why?”
Bohdan seems to be getting a bit pissy with the interrogation, but when Konstantin speaks next, Bohdan relaxes and grins.
“Would you look at my portfolio for me?” Konstantin asks him.
Bohdan nods. “Of course, man. Of course.”
“Mine too,” Andrius says.
“Yes, I’ll look at yours as well. So if I can afford it, can I build there?”
I look again at where he’s pointing and see the appeal straightaway. It’s set back from the rest, and there’s what looks like a natural wildflower meadow to one side. To the other are some wooded paths, and then the cliffs and the ocean beyond, sparkling blue in the afternoon sun. It’s a stunning spot. A place anyone would be over the moon to call home.
For a moment I get a blinding flash of a different life. I assumed this was a very nice holiday in Greece, but at some point, I’d go back on the road, performing. My mother would probably become my assistant and organize all the technical side of things, and we’d bicker our way around Europe. I’m sure she’d prefer to be my manager but I don’t trust her enough to give her any actual control. I’d maybe see Bohdan on breaks, if he waited around for me. Then what?
In a few years, I’d find the work drying up as I aged. I’d either start teaching newcomers, move into choreography, or become some Grand Dame of the scene, touring the TV studios and reliving my past glories. Do I want that? I always thought I wouldn’t want to teach, not in Paris certainly. But here? I imagine having a summer school near where Bohdan wants to build us a house, and something akin to excitement unfurls in me.
Why not leave on a high? If I retired now, I’d be doing so on my terms, and at the height of my fame. From what my lawyer has told me, if we can get the money I am owed from Jasper, I won’t have to work again if I don’t wish to. I’m not a woman who wants a fancy lifestyle, and with the million or so euros that I am fighting for, that would keep me for many years.
What if I just stayed here? In this beautiful place? With these people who I grow to like more and more each day.
Furthermore, with Bohdan. A man I am realizing means way more to me than I’ve been letting myself admit. He says I was always it for him, but I’m starting to realize it works both ways. On some level, he’s always been it for