Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
All that was wrong right now with me was a bit of road rash, a kick to the ribs, and I’d been hit in the face when they asked me her ice cream question and asked what my pet name was for her. When she stopped answering their texts after my face made them think they knew what the right answer was based on the answers they were running through, they knew they were skunked. I was proud of my girl for suspecting it wasn’t me texting her.
These guys weren’t smart or sober enough to win at this game. They were out-of-towners who had no idea how connected my family was, but they would soon find out. Dare would deal with this shit and get me outta here so we could finish dealing with Romero.
There was a digital alarm clock on the nightstand beside me. I was sitting on the floor against the wall. I watched time tick by and about an hour passed and then my burner phone rang. The junkie answered it,
“You got the money? Have the bitch bring it. Room 302, Knight’s Inn on Lakeshore. She comes alone or we put a bullet in your brother and then in her.”
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Jock opened it with a gun behind his back and Junkie stood with the gun pointing at me.
After the door swung open, I saw a female figure step into the room carrying a backpack. I was fuming. How could Dare send her in here? Then I realized something wasn’t right. She was taller than Tia. The light caught her face and I saw that it wasn’t Tia. Who was it? It was Bianca. Good thinkin’, Dare. I hid my smile.
Bianca grew up with us. Her pop was as bad a bad ass as they come. Bee was badass herself. We used to practice together on the gun range. Her, me, and Earl. She could shoot better than most men I knew. If she’d been a boy she would’ve been right in there with Dare and I running things. If her pop hadn’t been taken out by mine and she’d been a boy, she’d be running the show; we’d all be working for her. Knowing her like I did, she could run the show, female or not. She was happy to be a mother and run her salon, but the chick was smart, cunning, and she was good with not just a gun but her fists and her feet. She’d taken martial arts as a kid and she once beat the shit out of Dario for dumping her best friend’s little sister for another girl. Gave him two black eyes and then cracked a rib with one of her roundhouse kicks.
“Here’s the money. Please let him go,” she said softly.
Junkie took the bag and opened it. Jock started circling her.
“Damn, girl. You got a fine ass on you,” he said.
Bee rolled her eyes at me.
He leaned over and touched her face. “Maybe you need to pay just a little more, a tax, to get your boyfriend outta here.”
She gave me a scared look, a fake scared look; I could see the devil in a twinkle in her eye. I held my gaze steady and said, “Don’t you fucking dare,” to the guy.
He snickered, looking over his shoulder at me and the second he did, Bee’s high heeled boot came up and kicked him square in the mouth. As she did this, she also pulled a gun and pointed it at the junkie.
Atta girl, Bee; always loved Charlie’s Angels. The junkie dropped the bag of money and his gun and put his hands up.
His eyes were fucked up and I knew the guy’d been dreamin’ of his fix as he’d eyeballed all the money in the bag, so he’d be extra dangerous.
“Take him out, sweetheart,” I told her and she immediately shot him in the leg and then kept the gun pointed at him. The guy screamed his head off. “You fucking cunt!”
“Uncuff him,” she said to the jock, who was rousing, pointing the gun back and forth between the two of them. Jock groggily got to his knees and cautiously pulled a key from the junkie’s jacket pocket, worried we’d shoot him. He shakily undid my cuffs. The second he did my elbow came up backwards and hit him square under the jaw hard enough that he was on the floor on his back and out again.
I cold clocked the junkie and kicked the jock in the head and then grabbed the bag of money and Bianca passed me an extra gun from under her jacket at her back. I put two bullets in one and then two in the other.
She and I got out of there, hopping into a waiting car where Nino and Dex waited. Nino was looking at Bee with pride as we got in. I heard him call JC, head of a clean-up crew we used, and give a few key but cryptic details.