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Thecarglidesthroughthe rain-soaked streets with Caleb at the wheel.
“That went better than I expected,” Caleb says, keeping his eye on the road as he drives us back home. Back to my girl. She’s all I think about as I watch the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers battle against the steady downpour.
“I knew he wouldn’t put up a fight. Ian benefits from my dad’s death more than anyone, but he still needs us.”
“You mean the drugs? You sorted that out yet with the Colombians?”
“This morning. They know the money we bring in for them is better than our other competitors.”
“And they know about Eric?”
“Men in our line of work die every day. They agreed that this changes nothing, and the arrangement still stands. In fact, there’s a shipment coming this weekend. With Ian allowing our coke to come through the docks, there shouldn’t be any more problems. As far as sex trafficking is concerned, we’ll let him continue with it for now. The auction isn’t for another few months, so Lexy should be safe. That’s Marcus’s problem when he gets out.”
He nods, “Fair enough.”
“Did you get to see Jordin while I had Ian distracted?”
“I fucked my fill of her until I see her again later tonight.”
I chuckle. “Sneaky fucker.”
“Quick fucks are sometimes the best fucks.”
My throat rumbles with agreement. They sure as fuck are.
“Seems like you and Lexy are good again.”
“We’re getting there.”
“We’re almost there, brother. The sooner Marcus is released, the sooner we can all move on,” he assures.
“Don’t lose your shit, but Ian wants to move up the wedding.”
Caleb’s eyes cut to mine quickly before concentrating back on the road. “To when?” he questions through gritted teeth, knuckles wrapping tightly around the steering wheel.
“A week after the funeral. I told him it would be a private affair with my family only and that I wasn’t willing to take a risk being out in public with Jordin. Playing the card that I couldn’t be sure if my dad’s murder wasn’t connected to the hit at Jordin’s party and that there’s still a possible threat looming over our heads.”
“And what did he say to that?”
“He agreed.”
Caleb scoffs. “Of course he did. He needs to keep up the façade that he had nothing to do with it. The sly bastard.”
I smirk. “He thinks his secret will die with my father. We need to let him keep thinking that and dig his own grave.”
Streetlights cast a golden glow on the wet pavement as we near home. I wonder if she’ll still be in bed, naked, where I left her. My cock strains against the zipper of my slacks. No matter how many times I watched my cock glide in and out of her sweet cunt, it will never be enough.
“Will that give Marcus enough time? To get out, I mean.”
“It has to. It’s our only option. If I tell Ian now that the wedding is off, it might set the path to a war we can’t risk. Ian will triple his security, and we’ll miss our opportunity. This deal we have with Marcus is a good one. One I think will last.”
“Let’s hope so. Otherwise, we’re all fucked.”
“Ian thinks we’re weak because my father’s gone. We’ll prove him wrong. Nothing is standing in our way now, especially after Marcus gave you his blessing with Jordin.”
Caleb laughs. “We didn’t give him much choice in that matter.”
“A condition he happily accepted once he knew how you two felt about each other. He won’t let what happened with Viola happen to his only niece.”
