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“You saved my life. I’m done with this gang shit.” He turns away. “I don’t give a fuck what you do to them.”
I watch him hurry inside, his hood pulled up. I have no clue if he’ll make it very far or if some cop will pick him up for doing something stupid, but it’s not my problem anymore. I did what I can.
But what he told me burns through my head.
It’s the key to finishing the war. Barry, fucking Barry, that lucky little bastard, or maybe I’m the lucky one. If I hadn’t saved him, he might’ve taken that bit of information to the grave.
Now I get to go back home and face my brother’s wrath, because when he hears about how some low-level drug dealer escaped, and I summarily executed his two pals, he’s going to be real fucking pissed.
But now I have a way forward.
Once he’s inside, I sit behind the wheel of the Lexus, take a few deep breaths. Lying to my family is terrible. Killing those two Irish guys was no big deal, but misleading my brothers is the worst sin I could commit. But as I sit there and stew, hating myself a little bit, something occurs to me. A plan begins to form. It’s a way to tell the truth, or at least part of the truth. I call Carlo, and it goes to voicemail.
“I just had a discussion with our prisoners. Turns out, one of them decided to start talking once I killed his friends. The guy agreed to give me Finnian’s location in exchange for a bus ticket. Guess who knows where our Irish friend goes to fuck his girlfriend? Talk to you soon.”
Chapter 22
Saul
Molly’s already working an early shift when I get home. I shoot her a quick text, letting her know that I’m safe, and include a nice shirtless pic before getting into the shower.
When I get out, there’s a message waiting. I expected some joking reply, but instead, it’s a photo in return. Molly’s in the bathroom at work, camera held out, her waitress uniform unbuttoned to show her tits pressed together and barely restrained by a black bra. My cock’s instantly hard; I didn’t fucking expect a sext in reply.
Me: God damn, woman, you’re killing me with that.
Molly: You started it.
Me: I was being playful. Letting you know I’m safe.
Molly: And I’m giving you a reward for being so considerate. Are you complaining?
Me: Absolutely not. I’m going to stroke myself off and stare at your gorgeous tits right now.
Me: And later, I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.
Molly: Promise?
True to my word, I fist my cock until I blow a toe-curling orgasm. Fucking Molly drives me wild.
After that, my energy’s spent, and I grab some sleep while I can. But Carlo calls only a couple of hours later six times in a row until I finally pick up.
“Where the fuck are you?” he barks at me.
“Easy with that,” I say, sitting up and rubbing my face. Molly’s still got an hour at the diner. I planned on making her lunch for when she got home, but that’s probably not happening now.
“I just got your fucking message. What the hell happened?”
I close my eyes and force myself to tell him the fake story. How I went back to interrogate the prisoners. How I killed two of them to break the third. How he offered me information on Finnian to save his own life. It’s just true enough that it sounds believable.
“God damn, what a break,” Carlo says with a surprised laugh. “What even made you go back there, bro?”
“I thought of some questions to ask them and things got out of hand. I killed one and saw the way the other two reacted and thought, maybe that’s how I can get them to break. Then I killed the other.”
Carlo whistles. “Truly brutal shit. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, means so much.”
“But Renzo’s not going to be happy you let that other Irish fucker go.”
