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Nyx nods, running a shaky hand through his beard. "And we've got a long fuckin road ahead of us where Gus is concerned. You ready for this shit, brother?" I look over at him and cock a brow making him roll his eyes. "Right, we don't have any other choice, do we?"
"Should we call Gage? Update him now or later?" Nyx opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by the phone ringing. He pulls it out of his pocket and chuckles before turning the screen for me to see;Gage.Hitting the accept button, he puts it on speaker and starts the car, getting us the fuck out of there.
"Your ears ringing or what, motherfucker?" Nyx laughs. When Gage doesn't say anything, my hackles rise.
"What is it?" I ask, already preparing myself for the worst. Did Gus already find out? Did we fuck up or miss something? A million different things could have gone wrong, we could have missed something, and I'm not prepared for him to see the cameras yet. I still have to fuck with shit.
"You guys good?" Gage grunts, his voice muffled.
Nyx and I send a questioning look at each other before responding with a quickyes,knowing that something more important is going on wherever Gage is.
"Alright, get home. Shits going down over here and we need you guys back ASAP."
"What the fuck happened now?" Nyx barks. The last we knew, Gage and Maddox were in Napa, handling a meeting for Gus. We haven't heard from them all day, but we haven't reached out either since so much was going down.
"Pretty sure the trip to Napa was a diversion. Gus sent us to keep us occupied while you guys were down south. I just got a call informing me that my father was seen outside of Matteo Grossi's residence in Las Vegas seconds before he blew up the entire fucking compound. Grossi is alive and is on his way to Renz, but clearly and for good reason, he's pissed, which means we are royally fucked, boys."
Holy shit.
Ella
“Keepgoing,don’tstop,”I murmur for the hundredth time. I’ve only been out of commission for a few weeks and I can already tell my endurance and speed suck. Though, I guess that could be due to the rib injuries I’m still nursing.
I’ve been living in the guy’s house for a few weeks now and though it’s modern and beautiful, it feels like a fucking prison. It doesn’t help that I’ve basically been living by myself, with the exception of Creepy Assholes 1 and 2 outside. They only come in to eat or use the bathroom, but even that is enough to give me the skeeves.
It’s been six days since Gage and Maddox left. They’ve been back once but were called awayagain. Besides the other night when my friends came to stay, it’s been lonely and maddening. I have taken to spending my days hiding out in my makeshift room that has no computer or tv, forcing me to sneak upstairs to the theater. The rest of the time, I’ve been here, in the gym.
I’m working my ass off to get into shape again. I miss running out on the streets. I used to run at least three miles a day, which doesn’t sound like much, but if you’ve never walked up one of San Francisco’s infamous hill streets, you wouldn’t understand. Now, I’m nothing more than an out-of-shape couch potato who wallows and keeps to the shadows.
As much as I like it here, it doesn’t feel like my home. I don’t feel like I have a right to explore and lounge on the sofa. Not to mention, I do not want to risk a run-in with any gangsters. Except formygangsters. Fuck, even that doesn’t feel real. We barely had time to get used to the idea of being in this weird three-way relationship before they had to leave.
Is it even considered a three-way? Surely not considering they’re brothers. I’m with Maddox and I’m with Gage,separately. Does that make this like a poly thing? Fuck! I don’t know!
Those thoughts and questions have been on repeat in my brain for days.
So has all of the crazy information the boys gave me about Los Diablos and the original family who ran the city. I can’t believe the French Mob ran the Bay Area. It’s fuckinginsane. Like unreal, movie-made shit. For some reason, it’s easier for me to wrap my brain around the creation of Los Diablos,a gang,and the scary, illegal things that they are into, than it is the believe things like Mafias, Cartels and Mobs not only exist but have a local presence.
Between all of that mess and the heavy-as-hell conversation that I had with Hunter the other night, my mind is an ugly place to be. He and I left everything completely unfinished. After he walked away and started chugging the tequila, I knew there would be no more talking, and I was right.
We drank, swam, ate far too much crap, watched movies on the big screen, and then passed out. Olivia and Gianna both had to work in the morning and Hunter barely uttered more than five grouchy words the next day before he also left. We’ve been texting, but it’s only surface stuff. I don’t know how to broach the topic again, especially over text, and he’s been working both jobs all weekend.
Work. I never thought I could miss something as simple as working in a coffee shop, but I do, a lot. Every day that I’m cooped up in this place drives me closer to the brink of insanity. The guys are all supposed to be back tonight and part of me wonders if they would even know if I left. Maybe I should go out, just for a few hours. I could go for a walk and grab some coffee. Maybe put my toes in the sand for a few hours and read my Kindle.
Oh my gosh! Yes! Fuck being a prisoner, I’m out!
Turning off the treadmill, a smile spreads across my face for the first time since my friends left. Just the idea of leaving this house has me walking with a bit more pep in my step. I might have to sneak past my security detail but I’m sure I can come up with some sort of a distraction. Gage will probably see me leaving if he’s checking the cameras but honestly, at this point, I don’t really give a fuck. Bring on the punishment asshole.
Maybe one of the girls or Hunter is free to hang out at the beach for a few hours. I could definitely use some mindless gossip.
Walking out of the gym, I pull out my phone and send a message in my group thread with Olivia and Gianna asking if anyone is available before sending the same text to Hunter. I absently press the button on the elevator to go down to the first floor, further aiding in my sloth-like lifestyle. Really though, can you blame me? I just ran four miles and this house is literally taunting me with not having to use my legs. In my opinion, every home should have an elevator, it’s a brilliant invention, really.
The door opens and I step in without looking up, just as Gianna sends me a completely inappropriate and unsolicited dick pic of the current guy she’s seeing. He’s apparently pierced, hung, and her excuse for being unable to play hooky with me. I feel weird for all of five seconds before I say fuck it and zoom in.
“Holy fucking shit balls, what the hell is that?” I murmur.
“It’s called a Jacobs Ladder and yes, getting it hurts like a bitch,” a husky low voice rumbles into the otherwise silent elevator. My phone goes flying out of my hands I release a loud scream.
My brain immediately tells me that it’s Drew and a flashback of him sneaking up on me in my dark bedroom flashes before me. Without my permission, my body drops down and I draw my legs in, closing in on myself.
