be an expensive leather jacket.
Did he win the lotto or something?
Mack steps up to the attached porch railing and leans on it with both arms. “What the fuck are you doing here, Brett? Pretty sure Slater made it clear what would happen if you came back or tried to see Dell.”
“Mack…” Brett lifts his chin and takes on Mackson’s hard stare and glares right back “…I got information for you and your family, knowledge you will all want to hear. And my name’s not Brett, it’s Dom Haynes and I’m the man Frank Lucini sent to find out who killed Jae Scavello. I got wrongs I need to right and you guys are going to let me do just that.”
Chapter Fifteen
Lana
Swiftly Mack steps back from the railing and looks at me with serious eyes. “Lana, go and get my brothers now.”
I don’t hesitate, turning and racing through the house and out the back door, over the grass and bursting through the garage door.
All three men turn to me with smiles on their faces as if they just shared a funny joke.
But in an instant, their grins die and I spit out, “Brett’s out the front, but he says his name is Dom Haynes and he works for Frank Lucini.” My words come out so fast I don’t take even a breath.
Slater’s face pales and he drops the tool he was just using, it causes a clinging sound to echo through the garage.
“Holy fucking shit,” Kelso whispers.
“Pacer, get the handgun out of the top tool drawer. You go around the side and stay out of sight unless I need you. Kel, you’re with me, we’re going through the house. Lana, follow Kelso and me, but stay inside the house.” I nod frantically at Slater’s demands and we all move at once, following his instructions.
I still when we reach the living room and Slater and Kelso head straight through the front screen. Peeking out through the mahogany-colored curtains, I watch as Slater jumps down from the porch, not even taking the steps, and he’s at Brett in no time.
Oops, Dom I mean.
Dom lifts his hands up into the air, as if surrendering, trying to show he has no weapons. Slater picks him up by his nice leather jacket and spins them both around and pushes Dom up against the house. They go out of sight and then Mack and Kelso race off the porch toward a furious Slater.
Before I know it, I’m on the porch leaning over the railing watching Slater with his hands wrapped around Dom’s neck.
“Talk,” Slater orders in a dangerous tone.
“Lucini paid me to find out who killed his niece’s husband, or how he put it, his mule for Portland,” Dom replies in a hoarse voice, struggling to speak through Slater’s intense grip around his vocal cords. “I passed on—” Dom has to stop and cough. He raises his hands to Slater’s wrists and in a gravelly voice says, “I’m not going anywhere. This will go quicker if you let me breathe.”
Slater narrows his eyes and his arms tense further.
Dom’s eyes widen and fear is clear and present in his eyes.
Mack takes a cautious step forward. “We need his information, Slate. You kill him now, we have nothing.”
Abruptly Slater takes his hands away, and Dom falls to his knees coughing and spluttering.
“Take him inside now. Quickly, before I change my mind.” Slater’s tone is low and dangerous.
Dom gets up on one knee and looks up to Mack and Kelso as they take an arm each and roughly walk him inside.
Pacer comes from around the side, placing the gun into the back of his jeans.
As Mack passes, he gently states, “Dove, inside.”
Biting my lip I nod my agreement. Waiting for Pacer to pass me, I catch a glance of Slater walking with purpose toward the road. Unsure of what he’s about to do, I decide to keep watching.
He approaches the black SUV Dom drove up in. I watch as he curls and uncurls his hands. He’s looking around wildly and suddenly as if struck by an idea he goes to Fang, opens her back door and pulls out a metal bat Mack keeps in the back for protection.
Uh oh.
“Mack,” I call out.
Slater proceeds to smash the bat into Dom’s front windshield of his once flashy car. Mack’s at my side swiftly and sighs when he sees what I’m worried about. We hear another loud smash and glass shattering as Slater continues to beat the hell out of the window.
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