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Because I still don’t know what thefuckis going on.
“We?” I bark into the phone, my forehead creasing. Pretty sure I’d asked Payton to track down some specific information about a few suppliers last night. Not ones she’d find over in Cliffton, or anyone Luis—a newly vetted Reaper who’d been with us less than a year—would have been involved with.
“Luis is with me,” she answers, her voice fading for a moment before I hear a muffled “shit” followed by a fuck-ton of yelling.
“Payton?”
“Here,” she gasps. “Jesus, tell me you’re close.”
I grimace, hating the fuck out of the lack of intel I have right now but my mind already firing on all cylinders.
I glance up at Dante and he nods.
“Isaac’s taking some muscle and heading there now,” he tells me in a low voice, slipping his phone into a pocket and then sliding open a particular drawer under the counter and tossing Logan one of the weapons we keep there. They both arm themselves as I reassure Payton that help is on the way, then demand more answers.
“Why the fuck is Luis with you?”
“I… I got word that someone from West Point was spotted outside… outside their territory this morning,” she pants. “I convinced Luis to come with me so we could… take him for you. Find out what he knows. Tit for… tat.”
She means for Troy. She wanted to, what, grab one of McKenna’s people and interrogate him the way they took out our boy? It’s fucking stupid without the kind of planning I know damn well she didn’t do and I didn’t authorize. Not to mention, like I said when we found Troy, shit like that sends a message. A message whichshouldhave come from me.
I clench my jaw so hard it spasms, but getting pissed off has to wait.
“Did you get him?” I ask, pretty fucking sure I know the answer to that since shit obviously went south with this little unauthorized vigilante plan of hers. But I’m wrong.
“Fuck yeah, we did,” Payton gasps out, surprising the hell out of me.
Dante jerks his head toward the door, indicating we’re ready to roll, and I shove the stool I was sitting on out of the way and follow him to the garage with Logan and Riley on my heels.
“Did he know anything?”
“Yeah,” Payton says, followed by a clatter that sounds like she dropped the phone. Then I hear a whole stream of curses as we pile into the Escalade, Dante behind the wheel, followed by the sound of down and dirty street fighting.
Something cracks.
My phone case.
“Hey,” Riley whispers quietly, her fingers prying mine off the phone and squeezing them once my grip finally loosens.
I didn’t even realize she’d slid into the back seat with me.
She gives me a tiny smile, then pats my hand before dropping hers back to her lap. “Maybe don’t break it? We need to keep them on the line to find them, right?”
I give her a jerky nod, then refocus, because Luis is talking. Yelling at Payton to get the fuck up, followed by a grating sound before he obviously snatches up her phone from wherever it fell.
“Boss? Maddoc?Fuck. That you?”
“Get those fuckers off your tail and find some cover,” I bite out as Dante takes a corner fast enough that my shoulder slams into the door and Riley slams into me. “We’re almost there.”
“There is no fucking cover,” Luis wheezes. “This shit went all to hell. Every time we turn another corner there’s another fucking weasel.”
“How many?”
“Payton said just the one, but… shit, fine, take it.”
The last part is obviously to Payton because she comes back on the line, breathing hard. “If we stop running, we’re going down. They’re… they’re boxing us in.”
The girl is normally tough as shit, but I can hear the fear in her voice. Obviously, whoever tipped her off about there being “just the one” was fucking wrong.
