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Case glanced at him using the rearview mirror. “Buckle up,” he called out.
Miguel gave him the finger. “Just get me the fuck out of here. I can’t believe my uncle betrayed me like this.”
Byron had gotten word to Miguel that both his uncle and Muñoz were looking for him. They had plotted to take him out in prison, but Byron was able to pull some strings and get him moved to a secure location in jail. Once he was released, he knew the word would get back. They needed to act fast to get him out of jail and in a safe location.
Case pulled out into traffic and made his way north.
Byron turned and took at Miguel. “You look like shit.”
“Yeah, try spending a night in jail, you’d look like shit too.”
Byron chuckled but didn’t reply. He lived in hell for months and came out smelling like roses. It just proved Miguel wasn’t made for this life. He didn’t give a shit either way. He only needed him for a brief period. After that, he didn’t care what happened to him.
“Don’t worry,” Byron said. “We’re going to take you to a safe location. You can get some real food and clean up.”
“What about what you promised? You’ll get me out of here.”
Byron smiled. “I will. As soon as you do what you promised. My guy is working on your paperwork as we speak. You’ll be a distant memory in a few days. But until then—”
“Yeah, yeah. Theputa… I got it. Get me to a phone and I’ll make the calls to get shit started. You just make sure you hold up your end.”
Byron gritted his teeth and refrained from pulling his gun and putting a bullet in between the fucker’s eyes. He smiled. “Of course, Miguel. Like I said. I got you.”
Plan B was underway. If this didn’t work, which Case, his long-term friend, believed it wouldn’t, he would have to resort to doing shit himself. It would be messy, but he would do whatever it took to get what he wanted and right now he wanted Phoebe, on her knees begging for mercy.
Oh, I would give her that and more…
CHAPTER9
PHOEBE
“I-de-clare…war!” I slammed down my last card and grinned back at my opponent. “Ha! I won again.”
I laughed as I dragged Homer’s cards along with the cards in the center of the table and pulled them to me.
Homer shook his head. “Oh, don’t think you’re going to win this game. Just like the two other games we’ve played, I’m going to be victorious.”
“Oh please,” I began in between laughing. “You cheated in those other games. That’s the only reason why you won. But I’m the pro atI Declare War, and you best believe I’m winning this game.” I shuffled the cards in my hand, adding the cards that I picked up from Homer and putting them all together.
“Keep dreaming, sunshine. Let’s go.”
Homer, who was another one of Lock’s guys, and I have been playing games most of the afternoon. First off let me just say the man was hot; brown-skin, tall, muscular, warm brown eyes and a stunning smile filled with white teeth. His hair was cut short, faded on the sides and the back. If I didn’t still have the hots for Lock, I might even consider going out with this guy if he asked. He was my favorite, after Ivey of course. Especially when he told me more about his aunt who worked with the Shadow Warriors. I even got to talk to her, which was so cool.
That gave Homer extra cool points my book. Although, I wasn’t sure what was up with his name. Homer. It was such a country name. I suspected his parents must be from the country with a name like that, but he’s told me no. He grew up in Pennsylvania. Go figure.
We started off playing a game calledFive Hundred. It’s a matching game of sorts. The goal was to put three or four-of-a-kind matching numbers together to create a book. Or a grouping of cards together in sequential order like six, seven, eight, nine of diamonds or clubs. Or ace, king, queen, jacks of spades, books like that. Each card was worth five or ten points, depending on the face of the cards. You add up your books, and whoever gets to five hundred wins.
Yes, Homer was correct. He has been spanking me in cards all afternoon. But I think I could get him inIDeclare War.It’s been my game since I was a kid. Currently, I have the most cards and I’ve captured his ace and two kings. I have two other kings so I’m well on my way to becoming the master of this game.
We resumed throwing down cards and so far, I’ve been collecting everything he’s put down. I glanced up at him and noticed the troubled look on his face.
“You mighty quiet over there, you must be losing,” I chanted under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear.
And don’t feel sorry for him or think I’m a sore winner. He’s been chanting that saying to me ever since we started playing.
Homer grunted and continued to throw down cards, and I kept picking them up. He threw down another matching card and I started to spell out ‘I declare war’ again when Lock appeared at the front door.
I glanced up at him, a smile on my face, but that smile quickly died from the look on his face.
