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To Shale.

And whatever fate that lay in front of us.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Shale

It was all just a blur.

I never expected, after the drive-by at my cafe that I would be anything close to brave in another similar situation.

Though to be fair, I never expected something like that to happen again. Least of all so soon.

I guess what made me react that way was the fact that it was Junior who was in trouble. It was Junior who was outside. Where the bullets were.

Was going out there unarmed completely freaking stupid?

Sure.

But I hadn’t been thinking straight.

I’d just been worried about him.

I maybe expected bullets to slice into me, to give me an idea of the kind of pain Barry had felt after the drive-by.

I hadn’t thought that hands would reach out, grab me, and start pulling me away.

Away from the apartment.

But more importantly, away from the exposed and outnumbered Junior.

I was screaming his name when I saw someone grab the tire iron out of his own SUV and slam it down on the back of his head.

The hand slapped over my mouth as he fell.

Then I was dragged into the back of a darkened SUV, the door was slammed, and we were speeding off.

My heart was hammering in my throat so hard that I felt like I was gagging on it as the SUV took a corner so fast it went up on the curb for a moment.

But all I could think about was Junior.

Unconscious on the ground.

Defenseless.

Would they hurt him more?

Would they kill him?

My stomach dropped and twisted at the idea of him being hurt or killed because of me, because of the mess I’d gotten myself mixed up in.

Maybe I’d fucked this up from the very beginning.

Maybe I should have gone to the police after the first drop.

Surely, they wouldn’t have arrested me for that.

It was only after I made myself a continual participant in drug trafficking that they would have happily locked me up and thrown away the key.

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