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He glanced at me feigning confusion. “What else would I be talking about?”
I crossed my arms and stared at him. “Finish loading the fucking freezer.”
He didn’t bother to hide his cool smirk as he turned back around. Yeah, he knew exactly what I was referring to. A blind man would. Nova was beautiful, blessed with the kind of beauty that couldn’t easily be put into words. She wasn’t overly tall, maybe five-four. Her skin was a pale bronze, straight, silk-like dark brown hair that hung almost to her waist. And she obviously had no issues showing off her body.
Her nipples were damn near waving white flags and calling for everyone’s attention.
That tank-top she’d had on was like a second skin on her, tucked into those strange shorts that hugged a perfectly round ass, it would have been impossible not to notice her. For a man like me, that would eventually be a problem.
Scratch that, it was already a problem because I didn’t have the same way of thinking as everyone else and explaining my logic would get me smacked with a label of insanity. Before I worked myself up over literally fucking nothing, I took a page from Callum’s book and focused on the positive.
She had told me her name. Already knowing it was irrelevant. There was a lot you could learn about someone the moment they told you their name. Most people didn’t realize that was all a guy like me needed. I traded that small piece of their identity for an entire profile within forty-eight hours.
It was kind of my thing, piecing people together, uncovering all the shit they wanted to remain hidden.
Nova wasn’t any different, but at the same time she was. It was complicated. A buzzing sound erupted through the kitchen, bringing me back to the present and sending my cell spinning in a circle.
Callum and I both glanced down at the screen, sharing a look when we saw who it was.
“Finally.” I grabbed the phone and walked to the other side of the kitchen. “Hey, what’s up?” I answered, flicking on the outside deck lights.
“I got a name for ya. Someone I need you to go see.”
“Give me a second.” I reached back and waved my hand to get Callum’s attention, placing the call on speaker. “Go head.”
“Six-zero-seven-nine, Prescott Drive. The man inside is Martin Reedsy.”
“Got it,” Callum said.
I motioned for him to shut the freezer and headed for the front door, snagging my keys off the island. “What are we going for?”
“There’s a laptop and a flash drive. Collect both.”
“Alright.” I stepped outside, inhaling a deep breath of nature. “And Martin?”
“Send him my best.”
“Got it. We’re heading out now.”
“Okay,” he murmured. “You alright out there? Ya need anything?”
“Everything’s good, we’re all good.”
When I didn’t hear anything, I imagined him nodding and stroking his chin. As far as parents went, I knew I’d been more fortunate than others. My father wasn’t a good man. His hands stayed dirty, as did most of the families, but he loved his kids and my mother his wife. I could be proud of who he was based on those facts alone.
I turned slightly when a whoop rang out, just in time to see Tripp’s naked, tattooed ass running down the dock and cannon balling into the air. I laughed under my breath, shaking my head.
“I’ll call you when it’s done.” We said goodbye just as I reached my pick-up, Callum a few steps behind me.
It took an hour to reach the side of town Martin Reedsy lived on. His nearest neighbor was a mile or so down the road, which worked out perfectly for us. I parked the truck a few yards away from his driveway and killed the engine.
I was more than ready to go in and do what we did best.
Sitting idle for long of periods of time always fucked with my mental. I needed to stay busy. My adrenaline was boiling, but you’d never know it.
We pulled on ski masks, leather gloves, and made sure all our tats were covered. The facial disguise was cliché as fuck, an ode to all the criminals in movies and scare tactic that had yet to be outdated. Being seen was never a concern, not when we didn’t leave anyone alive.
“You think he’s in there alone?” Callum asked, passing me my piece.
I checked the chamber to ensure it was loaded, and then popped open my door. “We’re about to find out.”
CHAPTER FOUR
RHETT
We used the darkness to our advantage, creeping along with the shadows, past a sleek town car–straight up to the ranch style house.
The television was on, I could hear it through the back door. Other than that, there wasn’t any sound coming from inside. I clutched my piece in one hand, motioning to Callum to move up so that he was in front of me. Angel was usually the one who broke us into wherever we needed to be, but our group had learned this skill years ago.
