Justice: A Billionaire Romance Read Free

it."
    "We'll see. It’d be good to get all three of you out there sometimes," Mark said. "If there's a new big player in town, we need to know who, and fast. The city's still struggling from the effects of the recession. That and with the Spartans leaving town, there's a huge economic hole that MJT can't fully compensate for yet. Speaking of which, what are your work plans for the day?"
    "Mom has me coming in after noon," I said. "I'm going to do my workout, help out Sophie for a little bit, then head into the office. There's a community group that’s approaching MJT about charity funds, and Mom wants me running point on this one. She says it's good experience."
    Mark nodded, and I felt warmed by the fact he didn't ask me any more questions. He was the invisible partner in MJT, whose money and financial wizardry had allowed him to amass a fortune. A fortune that he used to grow MJT to the point that it was now one of the ten richest non-publicly traded companies in the United States. That he was trusting me so much was encouraging. "Just don't forget, there are things more important than MJT."
    "Like patrols," I answered, confused when Mark shook his head. "What?"
    "Like the fact that you're marrying my daughter in two weeks. Don’t forget that regardless of what happens in the streets, or with MJT, or anything else, Andrea should always be the most important thing in the world to you. Remember, you two chose each other. The rest of us you were just born with. Even Mr. Clean and the rest of the city can wait. Riley can carry the load for a bit while you two take a week to go on a honeymoon. If he needs help, he might find that his Dad isn't too old to go out there and give him a hand."
    "Snowman and the Blizzard both on the streets at the same time?" I said with a chuckle. "The ER's won't know what hit them."
    "And what do you mean by that?" Mark asked with a smile of his own.
    "I mean that Riley takes after you a lot, and happens to be just a bit more rough than Andi or I," I said. "Not that I can ever fault him. He just happens to be like his Dad, that's all."
    "All right, well, in the mean time, have a talk with Riley when you can, get him out there with you tonight. Let Andrea handle things here. Your ankle is okay?"
    I nodded. "It was fine last night, but Andi wanted me to be sure. We weren't expecting her to have actual contact with anyone."
    "That happens sometimes. Don't worry about it, I checked up on her before she went to City Hall with your Dad. Not even a bruise." Mark finished his waffles and stood up, smoothing his shirt before buttoning the top button. Mandarin collars had been in fashion for the past few years, and Mark embraced it, forgoing the now quaint idea of a tie in favor of the flat fronted shirt. In winter he wore tunics that were Mandarin collared even, at least at City Hall. "Give your Mom a kiss when you get into the office."
    "I will. Take care, Uncle Mark." Despite calling him Uncle , we actually weren’t related, but he and my parents are so close it’s almost like we are.

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    " Y ou know Riley , even though you're on summer vacation, getting up at eleven is pushing it."
    Riley Bylur was in more ways than one my little brother. We may not have shared a DNA bond, but I’d been there when he was born. We'd gone to school together, and even though he was six years younger than me, in a lot of ways I considered him my best friend as well. He was going to be the best man at my wedding to his sister, after all.
    That being said, Riley wasn't perfect. Of all of us, he was the one most genetically blessed to go into the business as we liked to call it. With the right blend of size, strength, speed, height, and all the other characteristics to make him perfect for the role. I was too big, at six-three and two-hundred-and-thirty pounds. My body can't take the beating that amount of size creates for too many years. And besides, I was thinking that when my vigilante days were done, I'd be happy to