“See what I mean?” Devin points at his sister and pretends to slice his throat with his hand.
Chapter 14
Dax
“He was fired from his last two jobs for stealing.” Preacher’s voice has a tinge of judgment. That’s the one thing about him. He can’t stand thieves. “Both places decided not to file charges.”
“Where did he work?”
“At a big box store. Two different ones and fired for the same cause.” I shake my head, but this is good news.
“Put him in one of the body shops outside of town.” Preacher’s head snaps up. I nod in confirmation.
“What the fuck do you want to hire him for?” Rip asks. Ripley King is the face of the operation, while I live in plain sight. He’s a mean bastard who gives no fucks and packs a hell of a punch.
“Trust me. There’s motive to my madness.” I rub my hands together as my plan starts to take shape.
“We don’t need to neutralize the mayor. That opportunist would sell his soul at this point,” Rip reminds me while Preacher nods in agreement.
“Make him the cashier.” It’s an easy decision to make when trying to trap a thief. “Preach, I need eyes on him at all times. All his movements while he’s at work need to be tracked. And let him steal. Trust me on this. All will be clear soon.”
I don’t think they like it, but they don’t offer any resistance. Ripley is distracted. He has business out of town starting tomorrow, and he’s bringing his girlfriend.
“How the fuck do you both have hickeys?” Preacher asks. Ripley ignores him.
“Maybe King’s neck is just red,” I suggest.
“And yours?” Preacher asks.
“That’s none of your damn business.” Rip drops his uninterested facade and looks at my neck, but he doesn’t ask any questions. I do note that his lips curl into somewhat of a smile.
We work well together, but we keep our private lives private. I know everything I need to know about them, and the most important thing is that they can both be trusted.
Preacher rubs his thumb on my neck, and I knock it away.
“What the fuck are you touching me for?”
“That’s not a hickey. Who the hell scratched you up like that?” I slap my hand on my neck to cover it.
“Finch.” I’m sure they know I’m lying. Finch would never hurt me. She would only attack someone at my command or if she thought I was in danger.
“Only a woman would get close enough to do that. How the fuck you both have women, and I’m at home every day holding my dick in my hand?”
“I don’t need that visual, Preach,” I state, disgusted at the thought.
“I need a woman. Out of all of us, King is the last one I would expect to be coupled up. It should be me. I’m the nicest out of us.” Preacher drops himself on the sofa and covers his face. “How the fuck did King get a woman?”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Rip asks, clearly affronted.
“You’re mean as a venomous snake, so how the hell did you end up with the sheriff’s daughter?”
“Women don’t want a nice guy, dumb ass,” I tell Preacher. “And who lied to you and told you that you’re nice?”
Rip’s phone rings, and from the look on his face as he looks at the screen, I know who it is. He walks to the corner and whispers.
“Everything all set for the poker game tonight?” I ask.
“I don’t abide by gambling.” I almost want to roll my eyes at Preacher, but I don’t. “First Timothy chapter six, verse nine. But those who desire to be rich fall into temptation, into a snare—”
