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“Dammit!” Logan slams his fist on the steering wheel.
“What? Why is that a bad thing?” I ask, confused at his sudden anger. “We already knew where they were headed. Now that you have confirmation, we can stop them.”
“Jake, I want someone to be on stand-by for Addy. I want her out of this as soon as possible.”
“We have an agent ready to intercept her once she leaves the rail yard. They’ll take her into custody until it’s safe.”
“I want her—”
“It’s under control, Broderick. The GPS has those trucks arriving within the next hour. We have a unit en route, but they’re about twenty minutes out. If anything goes wrong, you’re on your own until then.”
“I’ll be fine. Just get Addy safe.” He disconnects.
Agent Bishop’s warning doesn’t sit well with me. “Anything goes wrong? What does that mean, anything? Shouldn’t you just wait for back-up?”
“Addy, this isn’t the movies.”
“You’re correct. Everyone lives in the movies. I don’t have a good feeling about this. Let’s just wait. Call Vincent and tell him you got a flat tire or something.”
Logan snags my hand and squeezes tight. “I’m going to be fine. It’s you I’m worried about. You’re going to be a good girl, right?”
What? Is he making jokes at a time like this? I roll my eyes. “Yes. Play the damsel and go home. No funny business.”
He pulls his eyes off the road. “Addy?”
“I’ll even order pizza, assuming you’ll build up an appetite taking down kingpins and saving the world.”
“Good girl.” I don’t like that he’s trying to dismiss how dangerous this is. I open my mouth to argue as he takes a right into the shipping yard, but the words don’t come out. It’s completely pitch black. We drive into the yard, crossing over track after railroad track until we’re met by rows of stored shipping containers. “Where is everyone?”
“I don’t know.” He parks alongside a row of containers. “Let’s go.”
We climb out, and I hurry over to Logan, gluing myself to his side. The full moon shines bright, acting as our only source of light. A miniature tilt-a-whirl ride of anxiety is spinning round and round in my belly. There’s going to be no problem pretending I’m sick because I’m moments away from barfing on Logan’s shoes. “Logan, I’m not having a good feeling about this. Something seems off.”
“Same.” He stops and brings me face to face with him. “Listen, I want you to get back in the car and leave.”
“I’m not leaving you here.”
“Addy, I’m not asking, I’m fucking telling—”
“There you two love birds are.” Logan whips to the left, and a silhouette appears between two shipping containers. The shadow starts to walk toward us, and Logan draws his gun as Chino comes into view. Logan throws me behind him and aims.
“How fuckin’ romantic. But I’ve already gotten a taste. Not my type. Can’t say the same for others.” Chino’s disgusting laugh churns my stomach. I’m for sure going to vomit.
Logan cocks his gun. “You’re dead motherfucker—”
“Enough.” We all turn to the voice in the distance as Vincent appears out of the shadows, Emilio at his side.
Chino walks past us and doesn’t miss the opportunity to grab his junk and blow me a kiss. “Miss me?” he sneers. I snuggle up so close to Logan, I’m practically climbing his leg.
“You’re late,” Vincent snaps, looking less than pleased.
“My girl took forever getting ready. What’s the rush with the shipment? Thought Renaldo wasn’t ready ’til tomorrow?”
“He won’t be needed for this one.” I sense the displeasure in Vincent, his glare trailing down to where Logan’s hand is fondling my butt. They linger too long before slithering up when l I make the mistake of allowing eye contact. My body tenses, and I rip my gaze from his, fixing my attention anywhere else. The faint glimmer from the night’s sky illuminates the container behind Vincent, and I see it. Valouro. The same name as the one on the shipping containers on those papers. My eyes widen. Holy shit. The containers are already here.
“Something wrong, Atticus?” My eyes shift back to Vincent as I try to mask my surprise. Logan squeezes too tight, bringing me back.
“Oh! Uh, no. Just not feeling well.” I turn to Logan. “Baby, I feel super sick. I think I have to sit this one out.” I cover my stomach.
“Just take my car. I’ll be a while.” Logan shoves his keys at me.
“Nonsense.” We both look in Vincent’s direction. “Atticus, walk with me.” My legs are frozen to the ground. The way he emphasizes my full name sends a jolt of unease down my spine. If only I could read minds and know what Logan wants me to do. No funny business, Addy. No funny business.
“Have you lost interest in my business?”
“Of course not.” Ouch! Logan’s nails dig into my hip. “I’m actually feeling better. So, what’s the plan for tonight?”
