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“I know you want to, and I see your point-”
“We’ve collected enough intel, pull Phantom off his guard dog duties, we just fucking march into the pharmacy and tell him we are doing the pick ups.”
Colt rubbed a hand over his cheeks and huffed out a breath. “Yeah, maybe tomorrow we’ll go by.”
“Yeah, all this fucking around in the shadows isn’t getting us anywhere, Rafferty should be answering to us, should be afraid to cross us, not fucking us up the ass by ghosting us-” Lyle was pressing the issue.
“Yeah, I know. It would be good to have Phantom available for the runs, we are stretched too thin with guarding Sophie, too… you good with that, brother?” Colt turned to Phantom now.
He looked up from the burgers.
Colt explained further. “To stop guarding Sophie, and we’ll put you on the Guardians runs instead. It will mean you’ll be in the van, or on your bike. Jared’s guys always take a spot in the van and on one of the bikes, the others rotate between Lyle, Ash, and Jared. Would be good to have you along.”
Phantom eyed them both, not reacting, asking for more by not reacting yet.
Lyle clocked it and nodded. “We just drive ‘round to various pharmacies and warehouses, collect up stuff, it’s not heavy, load it into the van, then drive to another place. We make like ten stops, then drop it all off at their compound. No trouble. Not hard. The bikes scout ahead and keep eyes on your six… your back. The police know not to bother us, though, as you know. FBI approved.”
Colt winced. “Can’t put Rafe and Rita on it ‘cause they are mixed race and the Guardians would cut the contract if they knew we had mixed race brothers and sisters. Fuckers.”
Phantom shrugged and nodded once. Yeah, fine, he could do that. He knew they were playing the long game with the Guardians. He could play along, too.
“It would mean no more spying on lil’ miss sugar fairy over there.” Colt nodded to her stall, which was still doing roaring trade.
“But by the looks of things, you don’t need an excuse to watch her anymore, you are fucking her already, aren’t you?” Colt smirked.
Phantom bit his lip and felt his cock stir in his jeans.
Colt chuckled wryly. “Yeah, just like I thought. It’ll mean a few early starts, convoy sets off at 5 a.m. So get down to fucking early in the night, so you can get a few hours of sleep in.”
Lyle grinned, too.
Colt continued, “We’ll need to do another run soon, for the Armenians. They want to test our delivery service. Could be a big deal, Blue wants it to work out.”
Lyle stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Armenian Power were a gang of nasty fuckers, violent-”
“Yeah, they’ve moved on, it’s not the old gangs, they were swept off the streets decades ago. The Zakadian Syndicate are all white collar slick shits. Family businesses, rich, think Kardashians but illegal shit and less weddings-” Colt said.
“Who the fuck are the Kardashians?” Lyle replied blankly.
Colt shrugged. “Some rich Armenian family who are now all over TV. April was watching something on TV about them…”
“April doing okay?” Lyle grinned. “You fucked again, huh?”
Colt elbowed him in the ribs. “Fuck off, a gentleman never tells.”
Phantom felt the corners of his lips curl up, too, with the brotherly teasing.
“Yeah, you fucked!” Lyle cuffed Colt lightly back on the chest.
But at that moment, Lyle and Colt paused from their playful banter. Phantom looked up and followed their gaze. Carmelo came hurrying over to them.
“What does that fucker want now?” Lyle’s face soured as he watched the Sergeant approach.
Carmelo nodded a brief greeting to Lyle, who stared stonily back. Carmelo flicked a glance at Phantom, who hadn’t been particularly interested in what the Sergeant had to say. But that furtive look told him he should listen in after all.
“Colt, you know the forensic team in the tunnel… under the warehouse at the last place the Demonios met?” Carmelo was slightly out of breath.
“Yeah?” Colt replied.
