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Yury sighed. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“I’m not.”
“Okay. As soon as we get a hit on that license plate, I’ll let you know.”
“Good.”
“Do you think we should put a pair of eyes on her house?”
“Good thinking. Put Jinks on it.”
Yury nodded just as a loud knock sounded at the door. Yury strode over to the door. Speak of the devil. Jinks stood on the other side of the door.
“Just the man I was looking for,” Yury told him.
“I don’t like it when you look for me. When you look for me, I usually end up doing something I don’t want to do.”
“This job is an easy one.”
“You said that about the last three jobs. I damn near lost a finger last month.”
“This job is an easy one.”
“Whatever.” Jinks leaned forward to peer into the room. “Boss man, Vlad is here.”
“Is he alone?”
“No. He has two Soldiers with him.”
Of course, he does. The man couldn’t take a shit without the Soldiers following him around, probably offering to wipe his ass.
“Bring him inside. Tell the Soldiers to go and enjoy the entertainment.”
“Vlad said you’d say something like that. He said the Soldiers are to come with him.”
“Tell Vlad he owes me one. Tell him to come alone.”
“You sure, boss?”
Yury closed the door in Jink’s face. “He asks too many questions.”
“He’s good. He knows the Soldiers are getting fed up with me. Especially after I fired them all from the club and brought my own men in.”
“Just because you don’t fear the repercussions of your actions, doesn’t mean you should make things hard for Vlad.”
“Fuck Vlad.” Con leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. His thoughts automatically strayed to Criss. Tonight, was to be her first night with new songs. Con chuckled. New songs weren’t going to help her.
“Boss, Vlad is your friend.”
“True. But he’s also a fool. I can’t tolerate fools. He was free. He’d gotten away from this life. He left the organization. He left the Soldiers behind. Now he’s back working for them. Foolish, that’s what he is.”
“I’m sure he has his reasons. Like you have yours.”
Con’s reasons were nothing like Vlad’s. He’d bet money on it. Con had a debt to repay the leader of the Soldiers. A blood debt. If Con didn’t fulfil his end of the deal, his life would be forfeited.
Con often wondered whether or not the deal he’d made was worth it. Was staying in this organization and living this life of crime, worth the help he’d received from the Soldiers during his time of need?
Con opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Yes, it was worth it. It was all worth it. If the Soldiers hadn’t provided the resources and the backup, he never would’ve found the sick son of a bitch who murdered his baby sister and nephew.
