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“You’re sure you saw Brick?” Sucre glared at his nervous employee. Quinton was only sixteen, and Sucre used him for light surveillance work. The kid did a good job blending into the background.
Today, he’d sent Quinton to follow Tre. Even though Brick’s protégé tried to hide it, he knew Tre was losing his shit over his little brother rising in the ranks. Tre was already a loose cannon. Sucre needed an accounting of what he did every minute until he knew for sure the kid wasn’t a threat.
Tre trashing some school teacher’s car was of little interest. But Brick playing her knight in shining armor was another story. Perhaps this was the mystery person who had received his video clips.
Quinton shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Not a hundred percent sure, no. I was a ways down the street. After Tre left and I texted you, I stopped at McDonald’s for a burger. When I was coming out, I saw Brick–or a big guy who looked like Brick—changing the tires on the car Tre had trashed.”
“You didn’t try to get a closer look?”
Quinton shook his head emphatically. “No, sir. You texted me to come back.”
Irritation rose. “And you didn’t think to drive closer to the parking lot first?”
Another shake of the kid’s head. “No way. Not my job to think. It’s my job to do as I’m told.”
For fuck’s sake. Those were the words Brick made all of his new recruits memorize. Most of them were too stupid for him to give them leave to think on their own.
“Fine,” he growled. “Do some sniffing around. Find out who the teacher is. Then I’ll figure out if she’s of any use to me.”
As Quinton scampered off to do as instructed, Sucre leaned back on his throne. If the woman could be any kind of leverage over Brick, it would be a major boon. The man’s grandmother had died a week ago, and Sucre didn’t know how much longer he could keep the information quiet. He was almost out of photos to send. Thank fuck he’d thought far enough ahead to keep a few in reserve. With the old lady out of the picture, he needed a new way to control his best soldier.
He’d considered using Kane Hale once he learned Brick had befriended him at his construction job, but he knew better than most, only a fool would trifle with the guy’s motorcycle club. After some thought, he decided such a plan would be more trouble than it was worth.
But Brick had no other friends. No other entanglements. Hell, he wasn’t even sure the man had a sex drive. Brick never took advantage of all the free pussy roaming around. Most guys considered it one of the best perks of the job.
Maybe he needed to pay him more money. If he couldn’t force him to stay, maybe he could entice him.
He discarded the idea as quickly as it occurred to him. Brick had plenty of money. The bastard had been squirreling it away for years.
No. Force was the only way to go.
He grinned as a text from Quinton lit up his phone.
Olivia Turner.
At least now he had a place to start.
