“I’m always coming for you. I told you that.”
She nodded and offered me a soft but comforting smile. “I know that now.”
Before I could respond, my phone vibrated against the nightstand. I never passed up the opportunity to kiss my wife, so I gave her a quick peck on the lips, then turned to pick up my phone.
Seeing that it was Sawyer had me swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “Yeah?”
“We found her.”
“Paula?” I asked, knowing damn well who he was talking about.
“Yeah, man. We got her.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s meeting with someone, thinking it’s one of her cohorts to pick up a drop. My team is going to pick her up.”
“I’m on my way,” I said, ending the call.
Concern made my chest tight as I turned to Faith. I had barely left her side since I’d saved her from Casper. We even showered together. I could have very well taken her with me, butI didn’t know what I was going into right now. Plus, it was way past Jada’s bedtime.
“It’s OK, Reed. This place is a fortress,” she said, answering the question before I could answer it.
“You sure?”
“Yes, just hurry back. I don’t want to be up all night worried about you.”
“I’ll make it as quick as possible. I promise,” I vowed, kissing her deeply. Tasting her made my dick hard, but I resisted my carnal instincts and opted to handle the business first.
“I love you, Reed. Come back to me in one piece.”
“You don’t have to worry about me, love. I love you,” I stated again, giving her a quick peck before heading out.
As I barreled down my driveway, I already missed my family. I had never wanted to rush back home so fast. The two people waiting for me back home were the most important thing in the world to me. Outside of them, not much mattered, especially not the four hundred thousand dollars and counting Paula and her team had stolen. She could have literally asked me for the money. My pussy bill had to be higher than that.
I pulled up to the address that Sawyer forwarded me, killing my headlights as I pulled around to the back. I got out and went to the back entrance and knocked on the door. Within seconds, Sawyer tore the door open.
“Where is she?”
“Down the street. We’re watching on screens.”
“Watching what on screens?”
“The takedown.”
“What takedown? Where the fuck is she?”
“Well thanks to your girlfriend, that nosy ass show she worked for released a story earlier today, all about Paula’s bullshit. If something happened to her now, you know damn well we would be the number one suspects.”
Sighing and shaking my head, I paced the floor. I didn’t want the cops involved. For the second time in less than a week, they had interfered with me doing what needed to be done.
“Did you find out how long that shit was going on?” I asked, looking over at Nick since he was the numbers guy.
“It looks like they pulled a few moves about a year and a half ago, and then they got bold in the past few months.” Nicholas explained.
“A year and a half?” I asked, looking over to where Sawyer stood. “Where the fuck were your antennas when these muthafuckas were robbing us blind?”
“Don’t put this shit on me. You know how much money moves through Cashville every day. She knew what to do to prevent setting off red flags. Half of the money was taken in fake payroll and bonuses.”
