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CHAPTER NINE
Andrew
Oh shit. I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. And if I don’t kill him, then Aaron’s gonna finish the job.
Because what the fuck? Joanie was supposed to be on a flight to Atlanta yesterday to meet us. It was our turn with the pretty brunette. It was our turn to enjoy her charms, to take turns stroking those beautiful curves.
But she didn’t show.
The plane flew down, sure, but it was empty.
We were fucking livid.
“What the hell?” my brother raged, storming about like an angry bull. “What the hell?”
“You tell me,” I rasped. “Nick and Charlie brought her to New York yesterday. She’s supposed to be here today.”
We cornered the pilot, a spindly, pasty-looking guy.
“Where’s the girl?” I demanded. “Where’s your passenger? How the fuck did you take off without a passenger?”
But the pilot’s hands shook, unfolding a raggedy manifest.
“There are no passengers,” he stammered, showing us the piece of paper. “No passengers and no crew either. I thought it was weird, but the order came from Mr. North himself.”
That explained it.
That fucker Nick had done it. Charlie was probably back in Chicago already with no idea what had happened.
Because Nick North is an asshole. Dude thinks he’s god because he’s from New York. He thinks the world revolves around him, but this isn’t how you play when dealing with other billionaires.
Try again, cocksucker.
You’re gonna regret it.
Because we’re here now.
As soon as my brother and I realized Joanie was missing, we hopped the plane. That’s right. Tom’s not the only one with a pilot’s license, so we commandeered the G6 and flew straight to JFK.
This place sucks if you ask me.
Crowded.
Polluted.
People everywhere, nothing like the gracious spread of Atlanta.
But different strokes for different folks, and the city wasn’t what we were here to see.
We were here to find our lost girl.
What belonged to us.
Taking our share, fair and square.
So like criminals, Aaron and I lurked outside Nick’s door. It was lame. We’d managed to stroll into his building and come up the elevator, but he wasn’t home. Banging and even kicking the door did no good. It was solid oak with a dead bolt, resisting our frenzied attempts to break in.
Yeah, my bro and I are ruthless.
