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“Terms of probation,” I explain. “She won’t be allowed to associate with known criminals or engage in criminal activity.”
“And yet she sleeps under our roof.” Maddie sighs, stretching her limbs out and undoing my burrito wrap. “Jesus, Daddy. Way to keep her out of trouble.”
“She’s fine as long as she keeps her head down and her nose clean.”
“Like she has already?” A bitter laugh huffs from her. “Hate to tell you, but it doesn’t much matter what she does now. They’re already onto her.”
“I meant, she’s safe withusas long as everyone respects her. We’ll have her back.”
“You talk about her as though she’s a part of the club,” Harvey comments.
I break away from her critical stare to drill one into the back of his head. “Who says she ain’t?”
“Three days,” Maddie stresses. “She’s been here three days, Daddy. Give her two weeks, and she’ll be begging to go to jail for a reprieve.”
“Keep talkin’ about us like that, and she will,” I smirk. “What the fuck you been tellin’ your friend, baby girl?”
“Only the truth.”
“Which is?”
“That we’re a bunch of animals, and if she isn’t careful, one of the assholes will try to fuck her like one, too.”
“Jesus, girl. We ain’t that bad.” I laugh her concern off like it’s nothing, but the knot in my chest says otherwise.
We are a bunch of fucking animals. And the way my brother looks at her tells me he may just be the one who got to her first.
Fuck.
28
DIGGER
“How’s your new girlfriend doin’?”Kane asks while we sit outside the pick-up point, waiting on the guard at the gate to verify our appointment.
“Fine.” I press my knuckles into the opposite hand and eye the young fuck armed to the teeth at the entry to the nondescript warehouse.
If there’s one thing the fucking Russians are known for, it’s their inability to be subtle about what they’re up to. Ego gets you killed when the shit hits the fan, so it’s no wonder these motherfuckers dropped like flies in the last turf war. Not that it matters when you’ve got a seemingly never-ending supply of replacements from the motherland.
“She tell you much about why she’s here in Red River?”
“All I needed to know for now.” I can feel the fucker’s gaze burning into me. “What?”
He taps his palms against the gas tank of his bike. “I don’t trust her.”
“She doesn’t trust you.” My gaze shifts to Minion, standing at the gatehouse, arms folded across his chest and pistol resting against his pec.
He doesn’t trust our business associates.
Don’t blame him.
“What’s the fuckin’ hold up?” I kick the stand out and dismount.
Kane follows suit.
Tyke’s oldest boy mirrors my movements as I pace along the left expanse of razor-topped wire, casing the property. Faded lettering on the side of the building details electronics repair—a limp excuse for the level of security around the cash-washing enterprise.
Eight cartons of crisp, newly minted counterfeit bills are all we’re here for. Usually, the truck’s backed up to the dock by now, and we’re halfway through loading our cargo. Two hours is all it takes for us to collect the weekly haul and disperse it to Volkov’s colleagues. Two hours and two fat envelopes for our troubles. Ten thousand in legal, newly exchanged currency.
