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“No, it’s not,” I sigh. “He’s not the boss. But his boss will fuck him up if he doesn’t get it done. So let him stew for a while. It’s real life.” And apparently, now, it’s my life.
When the timer on my phone chimes, the sun is just starting to rise, and my stomach is grumbling for food. I go to the window and open it. “Hey fuck face, it’s done!”
He nods and starts his bike, driving off like a bat out of hell.
What a fucking crazy way to start the day.
Now to fall asleep before Mom wakes up.
Chapter Four
Preacher
“We got the new shipment coming in a few days.”
That’s how Ace starts the meeting, eyeing us with a warning.
“Three mil worth of guns from Russia that we need to protect at all costs.”
The way things have been going lately, I back him up and focus on Dix. “I guess this means the bags made it to Oregon safe and sound?”
Ace hasn’t said anything, and usually we operate under theno news is good newsschool of thought, but these days, it’s better to ask.
Dix smiles and nods. “Yeah, Joaquin and I got the bags delivered, and we returned with all the cash. Everything’s good.”
Coop asks, “Where’s the cash now?”
Ace says, “We’re working on a deal with Juniper Mesa to help us clean the cash.”
“The whore house?”
My voice is more judgmental than I mean it to be. “So, is she now part of our holdings?”
I have nothing against Juniper, not her job or anything else. It’s not my job to judge, but her place sees all kinds of shady characters.
“No,” Ace confirms. “This is strictly a business arrangement. She’ll help us clean the cash in exchange for protection and a small fee. Dix spoke to her when he returned from Oregon, and the deal is set.”
Coop gives us a leering smile. “Yeah, I’ll just bet Dix did,” he jokes. “How much of a good deal did we get?” He wiggles his brows and leans forward, eager to hear the gossip.
“You ain’t ready for grown folks’ business, boy.”
Coop knocks his head back and laughs at Dix loud enough to echo around the room. “You wish, pops.”
“All right, kids, settle down,” Ace growls. “We need to protect these guns at all costs. You got me?”
Nods go all around the table; laughter fades and everyone’s expression shifts from jovial to serious.
“If the Kings even breathe on our guns, they will all die slowly and painfully.”
I frown. “Isn’t Hector locked up, along with his main assholes?”
“He is, but I have no reason to expect they will be for long. Don’t know how much evidence they have to keep ’em for much longer. And you know the law, every criminal in this state has the opportunity to post bail. In the meantime, we need to act as if they’re roaming Angel Harbor freely and able to fuck with us.”
My hands bunch and flex in irritation at the thought that Hector will be out on the streets again, a free man. After what the asshole did to Letty, nearly burning her alive, he deserves the slow and painful death Ace promises.
But I know betterthan to voice those thoughts out loud. Right now, we need to focus on keeping our heads down and weathering this shit storm. So for now, I push my anger and frustration aside and focus on the task at hand.
“Who’s on port protection?” I ask because some hinky shit has been going around, and I don’t like it. I don’t trust it.
