Chapter 128: It Seems Like an Old Friend Has Come
"BOSS!" "Ron!"
Ron turned around. The first call of "BOSS" naturally came from little Carl. Seeing that the drone was safe and sound, Ron decided to let him off the hook. Of course, another reason was that he saw just how poor Carl's family really was.
Although he'd said he wanted to teach Carl a lesson he'd never forget, the moment he saw the true situation of Carl's family, his heart softened. Ron had actually been listening outside their door for a while. They couldn't even pay the electric bill, and the whole family had to pool their money together. This was ridiculous. The head of this household was completely failing his family, wasn't he?
However, the second call surprised Ron a bit. It was a beautiful woman who called his name. She must be the older sister he'd overheard outside the door just now, but Ron didn't know her. It was strange how she knew his name? Even Carl only called him "BOSS."
"Is this yours?" Fiona stood up, suddenly remembering she was still in her pajamas. She awkwardly tucked her hair behind her ears. "I'm so sorry Carl caused you trouble."
"No problem," Ron waved his hand, casually ruffling Carl's buzz cut. The kid's hair felt coarse under his palm. "I think Carl wants to keep working hard for me when he gets home from school, right?"
Ron winked at Carl.
Carl nodded smugly, glancing around to gauge everyone's reactions. But when he looked at his oldest sister, he noticed something was off. Why was Fiona blushing?!
Carl had always thought of his sister as tough and street-smart, and she never seemed interested in guys.
Remember, this was Chicago, but when Carl eavesdropped on his sister and Debbie's conversation, he discovered that Fiona was still a virgin! It was unbelievable!
As far as Carl knew, the line of guys chasing after his sister could wrap around the entire South Side, but she hadn't shown interest in any of them. His two brothers even secretly suspected she might be gay.
But Carl was absolutely certain that wasn't the case. When they were alone, he often caught Fiona staring at an old revolver.
It was a Colt Python, a real vintage piece. He'd heard his brother Ian call it that, licking his lips when he talked about it, saying it was a gun only a real badass could handle.
The owner of the corner store where he sometimes shoplifted had one just like it.
So Carl suspected the gun's owner must be Fiona's secret crush. He just couldn't understand why his sister didn't make a move, considering she was so hot that no guy could resist her.
Wait, a sudden flash of inspiration struck Carl's not-so-bright mind. Could it be that his boss was his sister's secret crush?!
Carl was stunned by this wild idea. In that case, his sister would be his boss's woman? His boss would be his brother-in-law?
As everyone knows, his sister's stuff was Carl's stuff, his brother-in-law's stuff was his sister's stuff, and his brother-in-law was his boss. So his boss's stuff was Carl's stuff.
Did that mean the boss's crew were his own guys? Carl was thrilled, and instantly felt like his status in the company had skyrocketed.
He made a decision right then: the next time he tried to shake down his classmates for lunch money, he would definitely ask the big bald guy who drove like a maniac to be his wheelman, and then ask the mean bald guy to help him kick some ass.
This was very Carl.
"Ahem," Fiona noticed that everyone's attention had been focused on her for some time, and she quickly coughed to cover up her embarrassment: "Kids, time for school. If we don't leave now, you'll all be late."
"You're only a year older than me," her brother Lip complained in frustration.
Fiona dismissively herded her siblings toward the door. "Debbie, when you get to school, tell your teacher I can't cover Candy's shift today. She'll have to figure something else out."
"Got it."
"Alright, I'll head out with you then." Ron picked up the drone from the table and prepared to leave with the Gallagher kids. They couldn't stay here much longer; he felt the oldest Gallagher was looking at him strangely.
"Wait, Ron," Fiona called out, stopping him as he headed for the door. "Can you stay a little longer? I haven't properly apologized for Carl's behavior yet..."
Fiona paused mid-sentence, suddenly aware that she was still in her revealing pajamas. The moment she saw Ron again—the man she'd fantasized about countless sleepless nights—her mind went blank.
Her pulse was racing, and Fiona pressed her thighs together nervously, feeling a warm dampness between her legs. It was an automatic response she couldn't control.
"Let's get to school!" Carl, the little schemer, took charge and practically shoved his siblings, who were still gawking, out of the house, making sure to close the door behind them.
If everything went according to plan, by the time he got home from school and went to work at his boss's company, he'd practically be running the place.
"Sure," Ron said casually, settling down on a chair at the kitchen table.
"If you haven't had breakfast yet, you can have some cereal..." Fiona took a deep breath, trying to appear calm, but then realized it probably wasn't a good idea to offer a guest cereal with powdered milk and tap water.
"Uh, just give me a minute to change, I'll be right back." Fiona gestured at her embarrassing outfit and headed toward her bedroom.
Her heart was pounding, but she had no regrets. Her best friend Veronica had once told her that a woman's greatest weapon was her body. Fiona had tried using that weapon before, and it clearly worked.
But she wanted to give her best to this man, for no other reason than he mattered to her. And now, that man was here.
"Take your time." Ron had no intention of eating the cereal anyway. He pushed the bowl aside and searched his memory carefully.
Although he didn't recognize this beautiful woman, she always gave him a familiar feeling, as if she was... a character from a TV show he'd watched in his previous life, but he just couldn't remember which one. Maybe it was because he'd been reborn for so long that his memory was getting fuzzy.
But looking at her reaction, it was obvious she knew him, which contradicted his earlier assumption, because in his previous life, he couldn't have interacted with fictional characters.
"Could it be that I met her somewhere before?" Ron wondered, running his hand over his clean-shaven jaw.
Fiona moved quickly and didn't keep him waiting long. She changed clothes and came back almost immediately. Ron couldn't help but be dazzled by her new look.
(End of chapter)
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