thoughtful.
“So there’s a civil war going on and it’s all over money, right?”
“Seems that way.”
“And we know where they keep their money here.”
“We do?”
I nodded. “Or at least where they launder it.” I felt like I was talking to a child.
“I’m not sure I like where you’re going with this.”
I glared at him. “You don’t know where I’m going with this and don’t pretend like you’re capable of following along.”
He shrugged. “Whatever, man, so long as I get my ten grand.”
“You will.”
“Hey, you sure you don’t got that amp? Mine really is a piece of shit.”
I only heard half of what Thom was saying, though, as I looked across the field and my heart skipped a beat. Standing with Lindsey was Becca, and they were both talking to a group of three mobsters.
“What’s Becca doing here?” I said softly.
Thom turned and looked. “Oh damn. Yeah, your sister is here.”
“She’s with Lindsey. And who are those guys?”
“That’s Jay and his goons, man.” Thom laughed. “What’s she doing with Lindsey?”
“They’re friends.” I pushed up off the truck bed and began walking fast back toward Becca. I needed her to get away from Jay before she gave away who she was.
I couldn’t put her in more danger. The more Jay knew about her, the worse it could be for her. I practically ran to get there.
“Lindsey is bad news, man,” Thom said, but I barely heard him. “She’s connected as fuck right now.”
I crossed the field, rapidly closing in on Becca and the mobsters. I had to get her out of there.
Nothing else was on my mind but keeping her safe.
Hours later, in the van out in the middle of the woods, Thom’s words came back to me. She’s connected as fuck right now, he had said.
But what the hell did he mean by that?
Lindsey was definitely an addict, and she had been standing really close to Jay, but that was no surprise. I assumed she was fucking him for drugs or something.
But what if it was more than that? Lindsey had been working at the Blue for a while.
I shook my head. That girl was too dumb to be that involved. Plus, Becca despised me as it was. I couldn’t keep pushing her further away. True, she was better off if I wasn’t in her life, but that didn’t matter.
Everything had become about Becca.
I wanted to get away from the mob not just for my own sake, but for my family’s, too. The longer I stayed in, the more possible danger they were in.
And I couldn’t take it if anything bad happened to Becca.
I sighed and rolled over, exhaustion weighing down my lids. I blew out the candle, turned off my phone, and wrapped myself in blankets.
I needed to think. I needed to piece it all together.
And I needed to keep Becca safe.
I fell asleep dreaming about sneaking into her warm, comfortable room and sliding my hard dick deep between her legs.
Chapter Nineteen: Rebecca
He was hot and cold. Mostly hot, but suddenly something seemed to clamp down inside him and he’d pull away. I hadn’t seen it happen often. It had happened when he confessed the smuggling to me, and again when we were in the car, driving home from the party.
He looked like he was stemming the tide. Of what, I had no clue, but there was something locked down there that he was keeping from me.
He didn’t come home that night. I know because I woke up around five in the morning and checked his room. I felt like such a creep poking my head into his room, but I felt a little worried. Seeing his empty bed didn’t help my anxiety at all.
Sleep didn’t come back, and so I was exhausted when I stumbled into the kitchen around seven. Cora was already awake and cooking pancakes.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning,” I grumbled, pouring myself some coffee.
“Want some?”
I nodded blearily, taking the first delicious sip of the morning. I looked forward to that first cup of coffee every single day. It was the best kind of ritual.
“Where’s my dad?” I asked, sitting down.
“Took a weekend shift.”
“Again?”
“I keep trying to talk him out of it but he just keeps working.”
I frowned. My dad was barely ever home anymore. I was beginning to worry that he had a second family, or maybe that he was going to work himself to death. I wasn’t sure which was worse.
Cora finished the stack she was working on and plopped the three golden-brown cakes down on a