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This is our little secret, my American friend.
King, the cunt. But did I trust him? No. It sets the standard going forward.
There’s a boat on the shoreline. A jet ski. Getaway options?
“Cozy,” I mutter, releasing Pearl’s hand and lifting my ass from the seat. I pull my Glock, check the magazine, the safety, all under Pearl’s watchful eye.
James pulls to a stop and turns off the engine, hands on the wheel where they can be seen. Danny follows his lead and holds his up. I can feel the anger radiating from them both as Sandy slowly lifts his machine gun and jerks his head in indication for his men to move in.
“So they have some guns,” Danny mutters as his door is opened. He turns a smile onto the bald tower of a man. “Evening.”
I turn to Pearl. “Remember?”
She nods jerkily as her door is opened by another goon. She turns in her seat, giving me her back, and I lean over, pulling her hoodie over her vest. “Don’t touch her,” I warn the Russian, who wisely moves back. I shift across the back seat and get out the same side, raising my hands, keeping close to Pearl. More men move in on Leon’s Jeep behind us, ushering them all out of the car, and more go to the Mercedes up back. Goldie steps out, hands up, Ringo, then Otto.
“Move away from the vehicles,” King yells, and just the sound of his voice causes Pearl’s shoulders to rise. He has a wicked sneer on his face, his mouth heavier on the left, making it look like he’s trying to smile. His bald head is riddled with scars. His suit is cheap. I laugh on the inside at his attempt to look important. Distinguished. A big player. Fucking joke.
I flick a look to Danny as he closes the gap between him and Pearl. Endless men move in and clear our cars of all arms, carrying them to an X5. I peek down at Pearl, seeing her head dipped, eyes on her tennis shoes. “Good girl,” I whisper.
“The money,” King yells.
Pearl’s face lifts a little when she jerks.
“Face down,” I say quietly.
She drops her head.
Danny, James, me, and the others are patted down. They find nothing on us, and a dozen men lift their weapons and aim at Leon, Jerry, and Mason, prompting them to start transferring the cash onto the boat. Every bag is checked. Not counted. Just checked.
“Kellan James,” King muses. “How did you end up on this side of the track?”
James doesn’t answer him.
“Tragic thing that happened to your family. Tragic. And Otto! How’s ya belly, mate?”
Fucking hell.
“You’ve made a new friend,” Danny says to Sandy and Luis, stepping in before James starts amputating limbs and making this mess messier. “How sweet.”
“Fuck you, Black,” Luis spits. “You fucked me over. I lost dozens of men because you failed to deliver.”
“I was kinda busy,” Danny retorts calmly, turning his attention to Sandy. “Dealing with the results of broken friendships.” A smile, dirty and malicious. “Take note, King. Sandy’s the kind of friend you need when enemies are sparse.”
“You’re just pissed because I fucked your wife,” Sandy drawls. I tense on Danny’s behalf. Jesus Christ, if he was armed, Sandy would be dead on the spot, fuck the consequences.
“You raped her, you sick fuck.” The Brit is here. “When she was fourteen.”
Sandy waves a dismissive hand, Luis looks truly disgusted, and King bursts into laughter. “Fourteen? Fucking hell.” He chuckles. “People claim I’m a sicko.” He looks at James. “And he tried to kill your girlfriend.”
“Wife.” James grunts.
Danny’s itching to kill. James is twitching. This could go south very quickly.
Then King turns his attention to Pearl, and my blood begins to simmer. “What happened to her arm?” he hisses, sounding oddly outraged that she’s injured. It doesn’t sit well. Fuck, he definitely intends on taking her. Selling her again? Doubling his money?
“She fell,” I say, biding my time, locking down every muscle to remain where I am.
“Fell?” King dips, trying to see under the peak of Pearl’s baseball cap. I breathe in. Keep my mouth shut. “Did you get tired of the hook, Pumpkin?”
