Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“What the hell are you talking about?” Cotton leaned over to look at Bones’ computer screen. “Where did they go?”
“They took their private jet back to Mexico.”
“Fuck.”
Savage turned to look at his father as he told him, “They must’ve realized something was up when they didn’t hear back from Javier.”
“You’re probably right.” Cotton let out a stream of curses as he ran his hand over his goatee. “So, now what?”
“We wait,” I answered. “And we use the time to our advantage. Find out everything we can about these assholes and take them down the second they return.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Savage turned to Cotton as he asked, “What about the journal Lauren had? Any idea where it ended up?”
“I gave it to MJ’s father. I figured he’d get it into the right hands.”
“Damn.”
Bones cleared his throat, then announced, “I made a copy.”
“What? When did you do that?”
“Before you handed it over to MJ’s dad. I’m not sure why I did it. I just thought we should have a copy, so I put it with the Demarco files in the workroom.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. You came through for us again.” Savage sounded hopeful as he asked, “You think there’s anything in there that might help us get these assholes?”
“If there is, I’ll find it.”
“Then, get on it and let us know what you find,” Cotton ordered.
“You got it, Prez.”
Bones got up and walked out of the conference room, leaving the rest of us to start piecing together our plan to take down the Demarco brothers. It didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. We didn’t know much about either of them—just what Bruton had given, but that wasn’t much.
They’d always met at various locations in the area to make their drops, each time different from the one before, so there was no known warehouse or building for us to plan to attack. It felt like we were all talking in circles until Savage finally said, “We aren’t getting anywhere with this. We’re just gonna have to wait for Bones and Big to find us something we can actually use.”
“Agreed.” Cotton turned to me and motioned his hand at my blood-stained shirt. “And that means you can finally get home and take a shower.”
“Why?” I acted offended as I asked, “You don’t think red looks good on me?”
“Shower, brother. For your sake and mine.”
“I’ll take that as a no,” I scoffed. “I’ll go home and shower, but I expect to be called if anything comes up with the Demarco brothers.”
“Absolutely.”
I did as I promised and went home to shower. When I got to the house, I didn’t bother with the dirty dishes in the sink or the unopened mail. I simply grabbed some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom. I started the shower, and as soon as I stepped under the hot water, the tension in my muscles started to subside.
After a long, brutal day, I was finally starting to relax, and it wasn’t long before my mind drifted to Mia. I thought back to the night before when I found her in my bed and how disappointed I was in the morning when I discovered she was gone.
It was a feeling I had no business having, but I had it, nonetheless.
I decided it was time for us to come to an understanding, so I threw on my clothes, grabbed my cut, and headed out to my bike. I was just about to put on my helmet when I spotted Rosa walking towards me. I wanted nothing more than to just ignore her and drive off, but I waited until she got closer and said, “I was just heading out.”
“I see that.”
“There something you need?”
“No.” Her eyes drifted to the ground. “I was just hoping we could... Never mind. It’s not important.”
Our past hookups hadn’t meant anything to me, but clearly, they’d meant something to her. She was a nice girl who’d been through a lot with an abusive ex. The last thing I wanted to do was add to her hurt, but I had no interest in getting tied up with her. Instead of drawing things out, I gave her a nod and pulled out of the driveway.
I went straight to Mia’s, and we hashed things out—if you can call it that.
I’d planned to end things with her, but once again, I found myself in her bed. What can I say? The woman was a temptress, and I simply couldn’t resist her.
I’d been lying there thinking about things for God knows how long when I turned to check if Mia was still asleep. I was surprised to find that she was not only awake, but she was staring right at me.
Her voice was low and raspy from her slumber as she whispered, “Where did you go?”
“I’ve been right here.”