I pushed the touch to talk button on my radio. “Tank, I’m at the truck.” I spoke low. “Where the fuck is Kodiak?”
“Kodiak check in.” Tank’s voice came through the earpiece. No response from Kodiak. “On my way.”
I jumped back down from the dock and continued to scan the area. Seconds ticked by. I turned just as Kodiak jumped from the dock.
“Where were you?” I slid my gun back into my shoulder harness.
Kodiak sniffed, stiffened his shoulders, and strode past me. “Doing my fucking job.”
Tank hustled around the side of the building. “What happened?” he asked Kodiak.
“You tell me. I’ve been here the whole night.”
Nah. He was full of shit. He’d been inside the building. Kodiak narrowed his gaze on me, almost as if daring me to contradict him. Voices sounded from the dock.
“Is there a problem?” One of the bosses in a suit asked. I didn’t know the hierarchy of the mafia, but the guy didn’t appear to have a sense of humor.
“Everything is secure,” Tank said. “No problem.”
Without missing a beat, he turned and strode back into the building.
Tank stepped closer to Kodiak. “Don’t fuck around.”
“Took a leak. That’s it.”
“You sneeze in the wind, you call it in. You need to take a piss, you call it in. If you see, hear, or smell something that isn’t reeking of Italian business, you call it in. Understood?”
“No problem.”
Tank stepped back. “Fuck me over, and I’ll fuck you up.”
I walked with Tank toward the front of the building. “He was in the warehouse.”
“I know. Watch your back kid. You can’t trust a fucking Crawler.”
Former Crawler. Bullet had destroyed the former rival MC. Vega and Steele were solid. After tonight, I wasn’t sure about Kodiak.
After work, I stopped off for fast food on my way to the MC. Once I’d eaten, I sent McKelle a text, then climbed into bed to sleep a couple of hours before we headed up to the jail for our visit.
My left butt cheek vibrated and then vibrated again. I must have fallen asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I reached beneath me, grabbed my phone, and squinted at the caller ID.
I smiled and slid the button to accept. Static filled the line with the recording from the jail. I combed my fingers through my hair. I must have been tired. Food wrappers littered the right side of the bed. I gathered the trash, then propped back on the pillow while I waited for the call to connect.
“Hey.” His voice came through the line.
“I know you miss me, Rizz, but I’m going to see you in a couple of hours.”
Any trace of sleepiness evaporated with the sound of his low, gravelly chuckle. “That’s why I’m calling.”
“If you called to talk to McKelle, she isn’t here.”
“I called to talk to you. Privately.”
My pulse jumped and a rush of heat surged into my cock. “Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of her.” I smiled thinking of the propositions and innuendos I’d levied against him.
“Not this. Visitation is canceled.”
I sat up straighter. “What? Why?”
