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“Get in?” I huff.
“Get in or get left,” he yells as he starts my fucking truck.
“You wanna tell me why the fuck I’m getting in the passenger seat of my own truck?” I slam the door and turn to see Elle looking at me like WTF.
“Because that car, the white Camry, was trying to hit you, kid, and you stood there like a jackass.”
“My fucking dog’s in here. One of yours?” I ask, gripping the oh shit handle when he peels out onto the street.
“Call your guy and get him on speaker now,” he says, blowing through a stoplight.
“My what?”
“Don’t fuck with me, kid,” he sneers as he tries to switch lanes. “Can you read the plate?”
I move around, trying to see the damn thing, but can’t catch it. “No, gotta get closer.”
I grab my phone and hit the message Marks sent me so I have his contact info as I roll down my window.
“Marks.” I hit speaker. “Marks, Rome. I’m with Abe O’Donnell, who’s either gonna have me killed and is in on this shit, or he has a right to be pissed since he and Francesca’s father have seen whoever it is you have on the girls.”
“The fucking point, kid,” Abe yells.
“Talk to him.” I toss my phone and pull my ass up and out the window.
“Kid, you can’t die after saying shit like that.” Abe grabs my ankle.
“The fuck is going on?” Marks barks.
“White Camry tried hitting Hart in front of my O’Donnell’s. We’re gonna get the plate number.”
It’s fucking cold as shit out, and traffic is not cooperating.
“Closer!” I yell.
“Hang the fuck on,” he yells back as he swerves into the lane of traffic coming at us.
“Fuck!” I slide back in and look back at my poor pup, happy she’s strapped in, but hate she’s being jostled around. “No plate.”
“You get eyes on the driver? Is there more than one person in the vehicle? Is?—”
“White male, dark beard, ball cap, and sunglasses.” Abe cuts Marks off.
“Stay on him, O’Donnell. The sooner that bastard is caught, the sooner we can stop tailing the girls.”
“Who is this? Why does my daughter need protection, and why the fuck does Cecilia Shaw need protection?”
He nails the gas, and we fly through the red light. I reach back and hold on to Elle as we nearly get clipped on both sides.
“What do I need to fill in, Rome?”
“He hasn’t said shit. Getting the impression he thinks I’m?—”
“O’Donnell’s clean. So is Francesca’s father, Franco Protettore, although he’s done time.” Marks says way too calmly for this situation.
“Fuck!” Abe tosses his hand out in front of me as he slams on the brakes.
I throw open the door and hop out. “Watch my dog!”
