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“I hear you.”
“I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but looks like we’re entering dangerous territory again. It rubs me the wrong way that the Fontaines are involved with this Tommy thing. I don’t like it. Things are testy enough as it is with them. It just feels like shit’s about to hit the fan. When it does bro, you don’t want a doll you care about getting mixed up.”
It felt like shit was gonna hit the fan to me too. “I’ll just…” my voice trails off. I’m not sure what to contemplate on doing when it comes to Mia.
I don’t want to let her go. He’s right though. All that he’s saying is truth I need to be aware of.
“Be careful… that’s all I’m saying,” he leans forward. “Word of advice, if you’re trying to act like she’s just a good fuck, try harder. Your eyes give you away. Anyone who looks at you can tell she’s important to you.”
Am I that transparent?
How can I be after only a few days?
Clearly it doesn’t matter. The same as it doesn’t matter that I want her for myself.
He stands up and downs his coffee. I get up too and sip on mine as we go back upstairs.
We get back in and Salvatore and Jo look like they’ve made progress.
“Good, you guys are back,” Salvatore says and raises his thick brows when he sees me with my coffee. “Couldn’t you have gotten me one?” He points at the cup.
“Sorry bro, wasn’t thinking,” I reply. Gabe laughs.
“I think I found something,” Jo announces. “I’ve decrypted everything so I’m just going through files and emails.”
Finally, something good.
“What have you found?” I ask and move over to him.
He’s tapping wildly at the keyboard and searching through emails.
“Here,” he stops tapping and points to an email that states it’s from an undisclosed recipient. “That comes up a lot from what we call a ghost IP address in the tech world.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I’m not technical and have no time for fucking jargon.
“Means whoever sent it is untraceable. It’s like putting a no caller ID on your phone. The standard guy can’t track it but someone like me can,” he nods his blond head.
“Go for it,” I smirk.
Jo taps at the keyboard again and filters all the messages from the undisclosed recipient. The first one catches my fucking eye.
“Pull that up,” I order.
He does and I actually feel the tension ripple around us.
The email states:
Tommy,
We’ve just thought of the very best way you can pay the debt you owe. We need you to arrange a time for us to use the shipping company for the drugs. If you don’t we’ll take your pretty little wife and kill your baby.
Message back so we know you understand.
Your good friend
Fuckkkkk.
Tommy.
