“What’s he got on him?” I ask.
“Nothing. But we all need to stay low.”
“Why’d he get picked up?” Marshall is always trying to hunt us down and pin anything he can on us. Every stupid thing used to get us taken in. Now they’re careful, since Pop’s threatened a lawsuit and the judge in his pocket is on our side.
“Expired license.” He’s gotta be shitting me.
“Are you fucking serious?” I practically yell.
“Yeah, just lay low Dom.” He answers with a pissed off tone. Jack should fucking know better.
“Not a problem.” My hands twist the steering wheel. I always lay low. I’m not out there like the rest of them.
“Yeah it is a problem.” My brows furrow. The fuck it is? “Don’t you remember what happened yesterday?”
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. De Luca. Damn he is a pain in my ass. “That hasn’t been dealt with yet?” We have to be careful about how we talk. No names, nothing that could be used as evidence. Just in case.
“Not yet, we have issues standing in the way and now this.” My fist slams on the wheel. It’s not hard to whack a guy. Really it’s not. The quicker the better. Which is why it was supposed to happen last night.
“Why didn’t the call happen last night?” It’s hard to keep the anger out of my voice. I stay calm and indifferent on the outside. That’s how I am. That’s how I like it to be. Other than with this broad. She’s gotten under my skin.
“We got tied up.” What the fuck could be more important than taking care of someone who’s trying to take care of us? I wanna ask him, but my temper is starting to get the best of me. I can’t let that get out of hand. I can’t slip on a phone call.
“What do you need me to do, Vince?” I fucking hate this. I hate knowing someone is out there gunning for us and we’re just sitting ducks. My mind flashes with an image of Becca, on the ground, blood pooling around her pale, lifeless body. Even worse, her son. Fuck that. That can’t happen. I won’t let that happen.
No. No, they didn’t see them. Right? There was plenty of time between when she left and that young prick coming into my office. But who the fuck knows how long they were waiting out there.
Johnny looked at the footage, had to cross every “T’ and dot every “I.” He said there wasn’t anyone with him. His car was left in the lot. He dumped it of course. But still, an uneasiness creeps up on me.
My body stills and freezes. I’m not risking it. I put the car in reverse. “I gotta go Vince.”
“Just hang low.”
“Got it.” I hit end and immediately dial Johnny.
“Yo, boss.” He answers casually. Too fucking casual for my liking.
“Did you watch my girl leave when you saw the footage?” I feel fucking stupid for not doing it myself. I grit my teeth as I come up to a red light and resist the urge to gun it. Stay low. Besides, I just left her. She’s fine.
Fuck! What if they had a tail on me? I haven’t been paying attention since this fucker is supposed to be dead. He was supposed to be taken care of. Fucking Jack! My fist slams against the wheel as I stare at the longest fucking red light I’ve ever sat at.
“Nah, boss. I di-”
I cut him off, “do it. Make sure no one followed her. Do it now and get back to me when you’re done. I’m heading to her house now.” It’s gonna take another forty minutes to get back to her place. At least it gets dark pretty early in the fall. I’ll just scout it out, make sure she’s good, until Johnny gets back to me.
There’s a short hesitation and I know he’s confused and wants to ask what’s going on, but he knows better than to ask. And realistically I have no clue what’s going on between us. But if they are hoping to get to us, those spineless rats will use any means necessary. Including our women. It wouldn’t be the first time a competitor targeted us that way. But I’m sure as fuck not going to let it happen to her.
I pull up a few houses away, park and turn off my lights. I’m glad she lives in a nice neighborhood; my car doesn’t really stand out much here. There’s a car parked along the curb of her house, but I know she was expecting someone, so I don’t freak out. I stay calm. She’ll be fine. I’m just gonna make sure she’s alright. That’s all. I put my hand on the butt of my gun, just to make sure it’s where I like it and get out with my phone in my hand. I flick it to vibrate and I shut the door quietly. Right before I pocket my phone, it goes off.
“Yeah?” I ask Johnny.