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I clear my throat. “Well, you’re blind, but that’s on you. Anywho, let’s go before we have fifteen overeager women in my apartment asking you to clean their pipes.”
Logan bellows out a deep laugh as I push past him out the door.
Building after building flash past as we speed through busy downtown. The fancy buildings start to become scarce as we enter the industrial part of the city. “So, what type of crime are we going to commit today? Maybe after, we can do some digging on those barcodes. I have a feeling if we search those numbers, something will come up.”
Logan gives me his attention for a moment, only to roll his eyes and scoff. “You need to drop that shit for now. Okay? Right now, I gotta drop off a shipment to a client.” Geez, I guess we’re back to being grumpy. “I’m serious, Addy. That shit stays between us, got it?” I nod and stare back out the window, taking in the rundown warehouses. He drives until we stop at a seedy looking building, and my curiosity piques.
“Is this where you have to drop off a shipment? Seems super sketchy. I thought you handled big shipments. Is this an important client?”
Logan gives me his infamous annoyed growl. Yep, back to being grouchy. “No more questions, got it? The less you know, the better.” He parks, and we both get out. Retrieving a huge duffle bag from his trunk, we walk up to the side door, and he rings the bell.
“Who is it?” a voice rings from the speaker.
“A friend of Vincent Leoni,” Logan says, and seconds later, we’re buzzed in.
“Stay close to me, and please, for the love of God, stay quiet.”
I give him a thumbs up. “Got it, baby cakes.”
He laughs and rolls his eyes. We walk in, instantly greeted by blaring heavy metal music. A guy, covered head-to-toe in tattoos, walks up to us, and Logan grabs my hand.
“You Logan?” the guy asks, his entire bottom lip lined in piercings.
“That’s me.” Logan hands him the duffle bag. “Twenty kilos.”
The guy smiles and takes the bag. “Well, come on in. Let’s inspect it and get you paid.” Logan nods and drags me along with him as we walk farther into the warehouse. I survey the open layout. To the right appears to be a tattoo parlor. The walls are filled with tattoo work and disorganized posters. Super art gallery vibe. A faint buzzing sound echoes over the music as a man hunches over a half-naked girl, tattooing her stomach, while two others sit next to her, drinking. We keep walking until we come to a lounge area.
“Take a seat.” The guy throws the duffle bag by his feet and unzips it to pull out a brick. My eyes lock on it, curious. I’ve never seen a real-life brick of drugs before. He flips open a pocketknife, stabs it, then retrieves some of the white powder, bringing it to his nose. My eyes water at the sniffling sound as he inhales the entire pile.
“Shit, that’s good.” He shakes his head, wiping the residue of coke from his nose, then looks at me. “Want one?”
“Oh, no. I’m good. On a diet.” The guy expels a low, riotous laugh and goes for another round.
“We good then?” Logan asks, but the guy sticks his hand out, halting him.
“No, man. We’re not good.” Logan tenses and I watch him prepare to reach for his gun. Oh boy. This is when the drug deal goes bad in action flicks. But a smile appears on the guy’s face, and he throws himself back onto the couch. “We’re great! Dude, stay. Hang out. No need to drop and run. Kelly!” he yells over to the girls in the parlor. “Grab three beers.” He turns back to us. “The name’s Spider. And you are?” He looks at me.
“Addy,” I reply, and he nods.
“Here ya go, Addy. Hope beer is on your diet.” He laughs, and Kelly hands me a beer, then offers one to Logan and Spider. “Take a seat. Relax! There’s room next to me.” Logan sits in a lounge chair and grabs me, pulling me onto his lap. “Oh shit, you two like a thing? My bad, man.”
“No problem.” Logan tucks me into his side. I play the part and drape my arms around his shoulders, dipping my head to place a kiss against his neck. Fake or not, I love the way he feels wrapped around me. His masculine arms keeping me safe. I kiss the edge of his chin and brush my nose along his cheekbone, then gently tug on his earlobe with my teeth. His hands tighten around my waist.
“So, how’s business?” Logan starts up the conversation, sounding bored. “You still keeping a solid flow?”
Spider’s pupils expand like black saucers. His fingers aggressively fidget with his nose and he starts to bounce in his seat. “Yeah, bro. Shit’s been good. These kids love this new batch.” He swipes at his nose and reaches for the pack of smokes on the table. He offers me one, but I decline.
