“Are you fucking kidding?”
“What? You said you had an amp to sell me.”
“I only said that to get you out of the trailer. Jesus fuck, Thom.”
“Okay, man, sorry. What am I supposed to tell Jay if he asks about the amp?”
I stared at him. I knew he was an idiot but holy shit was he pushing it. “Tell him you didn’t want it.”
“Okay, yeah. Good call.”
“Am I going to have to fucking strangle you or are you going to tell me why you made me come out here?”
Thom nodded and twitched slightly. He was obviously a little high, which probably explained his extra stupidity.
“Right, yeah, so. I heard some shit today about the mob.”
“Tell me.”
“So you met those guys up north, right?” I nodded and he continued. “Apparently the guys up there aren’t happy with how things are being run down here. There’s some kind of war going on.”
I raised an eyebrow. “An internal struggle?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Why?”
“Hard to say. I heard something about money. Not getting enough of it, I guess.”
“Tell me more. Who’s involved?”
“I don’t know, man. Jay is definitely involved somehow. Who’d you meet up north?”
“Guy named Rigley.”
“Rigley! Shit, I knew it was a weird name. Yeah, he’s important up there.”
“Why is he meeting with me, then?”
“Hard to say.”
I leaned back against the truck and crossed my arms, 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.