I sighed. “No, not at all.”
“Okay. I’ll text you the GPS. Plug that into your phone.”
“You want me to come there now?”
“Yeah, please. I also need a few things for my hike. I’ll text that to you, too.”
“Okay, okay. Are you sure you’re fine?”
“Totally fine, Becca. See you soon.”
He hung up.
The dream was still lingering in my mind. The idea of hiking through the forest in the early morning darkness sent my heart fluttering.
My phone buzzed a few seconds later. I checked the text and saw a list of things to bring and the coordinates.
Still barely awake, I climbed out of bed. Reid had sounded happier and more excited than I had heard him sound since coming home. I didn’t know what I was walking into, but part of me didn’t care.
I was in deep and there was no getting out.
His pack weighed a million pounds.
Not literally, I mean that would be impossible, but still. I had no clue how that boy carried all that weight on his back and still could make it up to Canada and back in a day or two. Plus the weight of whatever he was smuggling on the way back. I was having a hard time hiking for an hour, let alone hiking all day for two days.
But I had to do it. For some reason he didn’t want to come back to the house, and he couldn’t make his trip without gear. So I was stuck lugging it through the forest at the ass crack of dawn.
At least there were no weird man-wolf dream monsters trying to murder me.
The sun was slowly rising as I finally crested a hill and saw the van up ahead. I turned off my phone and slipped it back into my pocket, thankful that my long, arduous journey was coming to an end.
I didn’t see him around anywhere. The van was quiet, but that didn’t mean anything.
“Reid?” I called out as I got closer.
The door to the van slipped open.
“Took you long enough.”
Reid got out and grinned at me.
“Next time, pack this before you leave to rob a store, and leave me out of it.”
He laughed. “Was it a little heavy?”
“A little? How do you even carry this?”
I took it off my back and dropped it on the ground.
“It only takes some muscle,” he said, and wrapped his arms around me. I laughed as he picked me up and kissed me.
“Put me down, ass,” I giggled.
He set me down, his arms still wrapped around me. “Fuck, I’m glad to see you,” he said.
“I was worried sick.”
“You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll always come through.”
“I believe you,” I said softly.
“Want to see something awesome?”
“Always.”
He led me by the hand into the back of the van. Inside was a large duffle bag.
“Is that it?”
He grinned at me as he unzipped it. Inside there were rolls upon rolls of hundred dollar bills.
“Holy fucking shit,” I said.
He laughed at my shock. “Guess how much it is.”
“I don’t know. Twenty thousand?”
“Forty. Forty fucking grand. Which means they had almost sixty-five.”
“What happened to the other fifteen?”
“Taxes.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work that way.”
“It does when you hire professional thieves.”
“Do I want to know?”
“Nope, you definitely don’t.”
I looked back at the bag and took a roll, weighing it in my hand. I had never held that much money at once before.
“This is absolutely insane, Reid.”
“I know. Want to fuck on it?”
“What?”
He inched closer. “Do you want to spread it all out and have the biggest orgasm of your life on top of it?”
I laughed. “I mean, a little bit, yeah.”
He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him, kissing my mouth. “Too bad. It all goes to our friendly neighbors to the north, and I don’t think they’d appreciate the cum smells.”
“I don’t smell!”
“All cum smells like something.”
“Not mine,” I said, blushing.
“Your cum smells like roses, that’s true, but I’m a little harsher.”
I shook my head and kissed him again. “So that’s the plan, then? You hike up there and give them the money back you originally stole from them?”
“Basically, yeah.”
“Don’t you think they’ll be pissed?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re in a war. And I think money is probably the main reason.”
“But it’s still theirs, right? I mean, they’re all in the same mob.”
“I don’t think so, actually.”