the docks. We’ll give you a complete breakdown later on new developments that I believe will break this thing wide open, at least in terms of the drug movement. He’s having issues with his supervisor that have all of us laughing.”
“Issues?” Chad questioned.
“Yep, his direct supervisor is the kid of one of the owners, and he acts as if he’s the creator of the planet. I’m sure you can picture the entitlement now,” Eyes said, laughing. “For Green to have to take direction from a punk like him is causing him to swallow a lot of words. He hasn’t worked for anyone since he was a teen, and to pretend to need this job is probably his hardest mission to date. But he’s remembering his roots, and enjoying the ordinariness of it at the same time.”
“You have to admit the multimillionaire making fifteen dollars an hour is pretty entertaining,” Chad said with a chuckle.
“Yep, it’s why we love him in that position. It entertains all of us,” Brackish said with a smirk. He wasn’t himself this week, but they weren’t pushing him on it.
“Last week we needed Green on a long-range scout mission, the kind he’s best at, meaning he had to ask for a couple of hours off work. The kid boss lectured him about responsibility and taking his work seriously. Then he smugly told Green if it was any other boss besides him, he wouldn’t allow it, but for this one and only time he’d allow Green to go. He then proceeded to tell Green he’d have to make up the hours on the weekend.” Eyes had to stop as he finished the sentence while laughing. Chad smiled along with him.
“Yep, a Medal of Honor recipient with well over a hundred million dollars in his bank account taking orders from some young punk who only has his job because of who his daddy is can’t be an easy assignment,” Chad said.
“We need to get on with this. I have a lot of work to do,” Brackish barked.
Chad and Eyes looked at him with raised brows. Brackish wasn’t normally rude, and it was obvious he had less than zero interest in being there.
“Brackish, you won’t tell us what in the hell is going on, and I respect that. But we’re a team, and this is our leader. We don’t disrespect each other, and certainly not the man who brought us together,” Eyes said, his face stern as he stared Brackish down.
Chad raised a hand in the air. “We’re all good, Eyes,” he said before turning to Brackish. “Get your house in order, Brackish; we’re a team and one loose cannon can bring us all down. You can go now. I have some corporate things to discuss with Eyes.”
Brackish stood, his face blank as he looked straight ahead. “Later,” he called over his shoulder without a pause in his steps.
Eyes and Chad watched him disappear through the door, then turned to each other without saying a word. They both knew some days were better than others, but they always respected one another. All of them had been through hell and back, and they were damn great at internalizing. Something was going on with Brackish and if he didn’t let it out soon, he’d burst. They were aware of that.
Eyes spoke when he knew Brackish was out of earshot. “Erin and he apparently got into a fight about cameras or something. I don’t know the entire story. But for the past few days she hasn’t taken his calls or responded to his messages. That’s making him damn pissy.”
“Ah, that makes sense. I should’ve guessed,” Chad said with a laugh. “Been there done that, and let me tell you, I appreciate my wife more and more each day we’re together. We disagree at times, but it doesn’t last for days, and you couldn’t pay me to get into the dating scene nowadays. Have you seen some of those online dating sites? They’re terrifying.”
That made Eyes laugh. “Nah, I think people put too much time and energy into relationships. Why in the hell seek one out when it causes chaos and pain? I say scratch the itch and run like hell.”
Chad laughed again. “Spoken like a true bachelor,” he said. “It’s going to be fun to watch you fall.”
“That’ll never happen,” Eyes said with cockiness. “I like women, don’t get me wrong, but I like multiple women. I’m too busy to worry about relationships, and I don’t need some woman nagging me to