Our group slows for the corner, conversation stalling until we've all made it around and straightened out again.
"None of anyone's business, really."
"How so?" Chaos presses, twisting on his seat to look back at me.
"Because there's nothing about it I need to share with you fucks. That's why."
"He was jerking off," Fang blurts.
"Oh yeah?" I laugh it off. "And how would you know that? You admitting you got a peephole into my room?"
"I know because the only time you ever shut your door is when you've got a woman in there, and considering all the bunnies were downstairs at the time making Thanksgiving invites…"
I swerve close enough to kick him in the thigh.
"Quit it!" He returns the favor.
"How about you both quit it before I'm turnin' you both into speed humps," Hammer growls.
"Third left," Darko tells Chaos as though nothing is amiss.
We ride in silence for a minute before Chaos calmly asks, "Does this mean you still haven't worked things out with Kyra?" Fucker's visor is pure black, but I can tell by the tilt of his head that he stares at me in his mirror.
"Watch where you're going," I say, "before I tell Vanessa you take unnecessary risks again."
"Try it and see what happens," he taunts.
"The mark messaged their buddy and said they're running late," Darko informs. "Didn't say why."
"You still got a location on their phone?" Chaos asks.
"Tracking's switched off."
Fuck it."They're coming here, aren't they?"
I brought Kyra's info to the table, and the officers voted unanimously to move on it. It took almost another week before Darko found a conversation that would provide us an easy in to the property. The whole fucking deal was that the 'keeper' got invited to a poker night with a couple of brothers from the Devil's Breed. He was supposed to be out for hours, giving us plenty of time to get on the property and scope things out.
"Second message from their contact asking how long they'll be because they'll miss being dealt in if they fuck around."
How the hell Darko manages to keep himself straight while doing all this shit on his phone, I don't know. But props to the kid. I guess when you've had an electronic device in your hand since before you could properly talk, it comes as naturally as breathing. I know if it were me trying to read messages and change apps, I'd be all over the road like a mad woman's shit.
"The mark says that they don't think they'll be long." Darko groans a sigh. "Yeah. They said they're checking stock levels."
The keeper is most definitely coming here, then. "Abort for another night?" As sick as that makes me feel when we werethisclose.
"Nope." Chaos increases his speed. "If they check stock levels, I'm willing to bet it means some of those girls ain't in a good way. You think giving them another week or three until we get an opportunity again will help?"
"I'm with you," Fang states.
"Of course you fuckin' are," Chaos grumbles.
Goes without question; he's our president—we're with him no matter if we agree or if we don't.
"Back up plan?" I prompt.
"Where are the hotspots on the property, Darko?"
"Freestanding garage to the left. Cellar door on the right."
