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Our bike engines echoed when we pulled inside the large roll-up door. Crow followed us in his car, a black Honda with teal neons. We couldn’t carry the load on our bikes alone, so we usually filled Crow’s trunk instead.
“You guys are late,” Jonah said as we approached.
Jonah was older than us, but I wasn’t sure by how much. There was gray in his sideburns, and he was chunky in the center like a middle-aged dad. Still, he was a dangerous fucker. We didn’t deal with anyone who wasn’t.
He sat counting his money with a Glock on the table at his side. We were all packing. Not that we had to worry. We’d dealt with Jonah for years and were his favorite. He had the best shit you could buy, so we were all winning.
“Traffic was a bitch,” Joker said, picking his nails with his pocketknife.
He wasn’t lying. There had been a terrible accident on the interstate. Five cars were involved with the coroner’s van parked on the side of the road.
Crow tossed our black duffel onto the table and crossed his arms as we waited.
“It’s all there?” Jonah asked.
It was the same song and dance. He knew it was all there, but we all had a part to play. The truth was, he wouldn’t bother to count the money. He knew we were good for it.
Crow nodded instead of responding. Talking wasn’t his favorite pastime.
Jonah nodded with a grin. “Then load it up, boys.”
We layered Crow’s trunk and covered it with a blanket. Not that we would get pulled over. The cops never looked our way anymore. We had so many connections in the police department—not to mention if they tried to chase us, they would never catch us. It was a waste of time and dangerous for other drivers on the road.
It wasn’t long before Joker and I led the way down the interstate with Crow behind us. We unloaded once we were home, storing it in our secret spot and separating the stash for the buyers we knew would show up that night.
Staying busy helped. I wasn’t thinking about the bullshit with Tori as I weighed and counted supplies. With Crow and Joker at my side, we spent two hours getting shit ready for buyers. The business was profitable and earned us plenty of respect. We had it all, yet I couldn’t find a semblance of the peace I usually had.
“So we didn’t want to tell you until after the run, but Victoria Walsh was here last night,” Joker said, tossing a bag of Molly across the table at me.
My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my head down. If I looked Joker in the eye, he would see I wasn’t shocked by his words. I had seen Tori at The Strip but was surprised she had been in our house without me knowing.
Then a thought occurred to me. Had Joker shredded her the way I assumed he would?
“Did you hear what I said, man?” he asked.
I nodded, finally looking up into his face. “I heard you.”
His eyes scanned my expression before he sighed and shook his head. “You look upset. I shouldn’t have even told you.”
“Nah. I’m good,” I lied.
I wasn’t good.
While I didn’t want Tori around me, I wanted her away from Joker even more, which worried me. Why did I care? Why was I worried about what Joker would do to her?
“Don’t even worry about it, man. I took care of that bitch,” he assured me.
Except his words weren’t reassuring. They sent a spark of rage down my spine that I had never felt toward Joker. He was my boy—my brother—the most loyal person in my life. Yet his calling Tori a bitch rubbed me the wrong way.
“What happened?” I asked, trying to keep the fury from my voice.
“Nothing exciting. I told her to get the fuck out. Then Crow stepped in and got rid of her.”
Relief moved through me. Thank fuck for Crow. He was a beast, but I noticed how gentle he was regarding women.
I nodded. “Thanks, man.”
He leaned across the table and pushed his palm into my shoulder, prompting me to look him in the eye. “We’re brothers. I got your back. You know that shit.”
