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“I’m not the only one, either,” Marco raises his voice.
His outbursts reaffirm that I shouldn’t give too much information on the Russian lead. I’ll keep that with my counsel – Big Ace and Ratchet Tony. My hound remains on the leash for now. Even if he is my best friend. Truth of the matter is, he’s a coke-bender away from a massacre.
“Oh yeah?” I say. “Want to go tell all that to Donny? See how he takes it.”
“The big boss knows it ain’t all rainbows, Castor. So long as we don’t car bomb each other to hell, and his pockets get fatter, the fuck does he have to care about? Doesn’t change the facts, though. Some of Loophole’s old crew needs to get got.”
Hmm. Maybe I can run with that. Marty Loophole was a scumbag that screwed over the Russians more times than I can count.
“Not our place, Trigger. Keep your guns pointed at the cartel,” I say, glancing at my phone again when he’s not looking.
“Rejecting a tip is the highest form of offense in my family. Where’s your manners?”
I text her back at a red light while Marco’s turned away.
“Manners kind of went out the window when I opened my legs under the table.”
My cock gets hard almost immediately. Rereading the text isn’t helping either. I’ve never had to sneak around like this. Me and the boys do what we want, when we want. But this off-limits bullshit? It’s doing something bad to me.
What’s worse, I dig her.
“Sorry to corrupt such a delicate flower. Think of me when you count your gold.”
I shift in my seat, glancing at my phone more than the road, unable to keep myself away. She’s like a drug I can’t shake.
“It’s either going in your pocket or down the sewer, Castor. You have until midnight tonight to come get it.”
I growl lowly.
“Look at you, making demands. All I see is a woman begging to see me.”
“Tick tock,” she replies.
A woman hasn’t made me this excited in a long while. She gets my humor and gives it back to me, which I like. There’s only one fucking problem.
Tap. Tap.
I jolt in my seat when Marco slaps my seat.
“Yo. Earth to Castor, we doing another pick-up, or we playing cards at the shop? I’m crashing pretty hard.”
“Yeah. One more pick-up and we’ll break. You gotta lay off the blow, guy.” I peer over my shoulder. “That shit is going to kill you one day.”
“Nah. I need to stay sharp these days. Rats and shifty-eye fucks everywhere trying to get one over on me. Once I kill ’em all, then I’ll take a rest.”
Chapter 7
Gia
Bangos is pretty dead tonight. I actually have time to sit in the break room and scroll through my feed. It’s been a long few days, if I’m being honest. Apologizing to Davy – my last Tinder date – took a lot out of me. I told him my brother could be a little overprotective. Then I begged for him not to be mad. Too bad I was talking to myself the whole time. No response. No acknowledgement. Nothing.
It makes me wonder if Marco gouged out his eyes or something awful. Which brings me to my real dilemma. Castor… the man who has stolen all my attention. It’s been a struggle not to text him. Driving a wedge between him and Marco would be a shitty thing to do. But three wet dreams later, I caved.
I’m happy I did, too. We’ve been bantering all day and night, much more than the stupid apps give. I don’t think I could’ve been any more blunt, either.
Thinking of that sleeve of gold coins brings me back to him suavely paying me at his booth. Will he show up to collect, maybe even just to see me?
I hope so.
