His bottom lip trembled. The false bravado vanished in a blink, showing his true character beneath the tough exterior. He wouldn’t last five minutes on the streets. If I handed him over to Snake and his boys to play with for twenty-four hours, there would be nothing left of his carcass.
“I don’t know but the pallet says Ivankov. All I know is that he looked pretty tight with my dad,” Trent said.
It was a good thing that I didn’t have my gun. Trent was close to getting a bullet between the eyes.
“Of course, it’s dat fuckin’ prick,” Myles snarled. “I’m gonna do to him what I did to me da when I get my hands on him.”
Trent had clearly seen the rage in my eyes and heard it in Myles’s voice as he shrank away, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
“Please…I swear that’s all I know. Don’t kill me.”
“Address?”
“432 Fairmont St,” he said.
Fucking, of course. It was a gated community with large mansions and pretty gardens. The perfect place for a stash house. I should’ve known that Christov would have something to do with this. He and my father were cut from the same cloth. Fucking cockroaches. But we had managed to eradicate one of them, and Christov’s time was coming.
“I trust this conversation stays between us. Unless, of course, you want your daddy to find you with lead in your brain, buried six feet under.”
“No one, my lips are sealed.”
Pathetic.
“Repeat after me,” I snarled. “I will never sell drugs again, for any reason.”
“I will never sell drugs again, for any reason,” Trent copied.
“If I do, Nash will find me.”
“Nash will find me,” Trent said.
“And he will laugh as he guts me and then does the same to my family.”
He trembled but didn’t open his mouth.
“Say it!”
The words tumbled out of Trent like he was set on fast forward.
“And he will laugh as he guts me and then does the same to my family.”
I let him go and stepped back.
“Good.”
I dumped the rest of his candies into my mouth, taking my time to chew them as I stared into his eyes. Dropping the empty wrapper on his desk, I smiled wide.
“I’m so happy that we had this discussion and came to an understanding.”
I turned to leave and then stopped and looked over my shoulder at him.
“Oh, and Trent, one more thing. Don’t go near Sawyer again. If you even look at her in a way that Camden here doesn’t like…he’s going to tell me about it. I won’t be so friendly then, whether I still go to school here or not. Feel me?”
He nodded so fast that he was going to give himself whiplash.
“I knew you’d see things my way.”
Liam opened the door, and the five of us headed for the elevator. As soon as we were inside, Camden turned to me.