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Two shell casings gleam in the pool of chemicals, and I snatch them up, my fingers stained with red. Fortunately, the rusty muck that I created is draining straight into the gutter, leaving barely any trace.
Unless someone goes fishing through the drains, there’s no reason anyone would suspect a gang murder took place here. I rush back, check the ignition. Keys. Good.
“I gotta stash the truck. Then what?”
“The Block. Compound out in the woods. Southeast. GPS up front.” I barely make out the words. He’s fading fast.
My phone’s to my ear as I start the van, slamming it into drive and speeding toward the exit. “Pick up. Pick up.”
“Yes?”
“I need a… a favor.”
“What’s wrong?” Evan’s voice sharpens.
“I can’t explain. I just need someone to go get the tan truck from the address I’ll text you.”
“Hmm. Fine.” He doesn't hang up. “Hellena?”
“Yes?” My voice is shaking.
His tone shifts to something almost caring. “Stay calm. Be careful. I'll see you on Monday. Don’t be late.”
I almost burst out laughing hysterically, or sobbing. He’s outrageous.
But hearing his voice centered me somewhat.
The GPS guides me off onto unmarked roads, winding off into rocky hills. Barbed wire marks off several checkpoints, cameras mounted to see me coming.
Shock has my mind numb, my sense of danger all thrown off. I’m driving us straight into a horrible situation, but I have no alternative.
I see the gate up ahead, flanked by two enormous men in leather vests.
The absurdity of the situation mocks me as I pull up, slowing and rolling down my window like I’m making a delivery. The colossus on the left steps forward, his bald head reflecting the headlights.
“I—I need to?—”
“Turn around and leave,” he growls.
I’m opening my mouth to answer, to protest, when I hear a tap on the passenger window. My spine locks up as I turn to find the barrel of a shotgun pointed straight at my head.
Two, as the bald behemoth raises his own, snapping the pump in warning.
20
TELL
Talk about bad timing.
I’m in fucking heaven, falling so damn hard, still savoring the taste of her on my lips. We’re hot and heavy, about to fuck right there on her desk. And DeSante is watching us, thinking I don’t see him there behind the window. The thought of it is almost as hot as Hellena, grinding on my finger.
He wants a show, I’m happy to give him one.
Hellena’s coming undone, completely wild and moaning my name, and I’m seconds away from sliding my cock between her legs, and a few minutes away from coming all over myself from just the sight of her when my ‘other’ phone rings.
The one that never rings.
Of all people to call me at all, especially right then, my dad is the last person I expected, or needed, to hear from. Of course, he only calls when he needs something. When it’s an emergency, of sorts.
