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“I’m in LA, but can be in Vegas in an hour. What’s up?”
“I need a guy’s weekend. Isa served me with divorce papers.”
I don’t know how far Smith’s reach is. He should never have had access to me in the first place, so I’m going to play this smart until I know better.
“Fucking hell,” Brooks mutters. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Bring that cinnamon whisky you like so well. We’re going to need it.”
Brooks pauses for a beat. “Got it. See you soon.”
He ends the call, and I get back to work. An hour later, I get a text from him.
Brooks
Just landed. Can you pick me up?
I’ll be there shortly.
Gathering my things, I make my way downstairs. Neil stands in front of my car, waiting.
“Mr. Moretti,” he greets, opening the door.
I slide into the backseat and watch him round the car with a narrowed gaze.
When he’s inside, he asks, “Where to, sir?”
“We’re picking Henderson up at the airport.”
I rattle off the information he needs and sit back as we take off. It takes everything in my power not to slice his neck right here, right now. He’s lucky I need him to play a part. For the moment. His time is running out, though.
At the airport, Brooks climbs in next to me, lifting a bottle of whisky into the air.
“Got the booze, friend. Now let’s get fucked up and forget all about the women in our lives!”
He uncaps the bottle, taking a swig before passing it to me. I do the same, grimacing.
“Fuck. How did we drink that shit all the time in college?”
Brooks laughs loudly. “Blame Grant. It was his favorite.”
Neil clears his throat and asks, “Mr. Moretti, would you like to go back to your penthouse?”
Brooks answers, “Hell no. We’re celebrating! Didn’t you tell him, Moretti?”
I shake my head, taking another drink from the bottle.
Brooks leans forward, and says to Neil, “Our boy is a newly single man. I’m here to take him out on the town and remind him of what it’s like to be free again.”
Neil’s eyebrows lift. “Single?”
“That witch delivered papers to his office today.” Brooks slaps Neil on the back so hard that Neil flinches. “Thank god he has me, though. I’m here to remind him of how good losing the old ball and chain can be.”
“Indeed, sir. So, where shall I take you?”
Brooks rattles off the name of the casino and hotel the Brotherhood owns. I breathe out a silent thanks for him thinking ahead. Smith won’t try anything there. There will be too many witnesses.
Neil nods. “Of course, sir.”
