Over my shoulder, I told Lynx, “I’m taking a cab to Lauderdale, so tell Sampson to bring me a shirt and drive a car up.”
The taxi wheeled over to the curb, and I dragged Bruno inside with me. “My buddy, Landon, he’s with the Feds,” I told him. “He’s going to take extra-good care of you.”
Based on the look on Bruno’s face, it was almost as if I were the lesser of two evils when it came to him being on the wrong side of the sheik.
LATER THATnight, Landon slapped me on the back. “Thanks, bro. Not exactly what you thought would happen when you went out on a run, huh?”
“Not exactly.” I took a deep breath and smoothed my hand down the front of the track jacket Sampson had brought from my office.
“We got enough from his confession to keep this guy for a while. If his shit turns out to be good, we’ll have even more on him. Until then, we’ll be keeping an eye on him if he gets out of here.”
Not convinced, I eyed Landon, and he chuckled.
“Don’t worry. Lynx will be safe. This dude will more than likely be going nowhere fast, but if so, we’ll know it. Keeping eyes and ears on him.”
“Lynx finally moved in with me, but I’m not with her all the time. I’m thinking about having one of the bouncers go around with her.”
“She gonna stand for that?” He leaned back against his desk and scratched his scruff.
“No.”
“That’s what I thought. Sammy says she’s tough, a hard shell to crack through.”
“Pretty much, but I always liked a challenge.”
Landon laughed at that and pushed off his desk to show me the exit.
Sampson was waiting for me outside, smoking a cigar. “Cuban,” he said as he winked at me. “The Feds got all the best goodies.”
“I’m sure they do. Let’s roll.” I opened the passenger door to the SUV. “I need a fucking shower and to see my woman. You talk to her?”
“Yeah, boss. She’s good, at your place. Doesn’t know you got Jovi stationed downstairs.”
“Good.”
Dusk was falling as he pulled onto the highway, the buildings lighting our way back south.
I glanced at him. “You need to hire one or two more guys. I’m going to need someone stationed there a lot.”
Sampson nodded. “Figured as much.”
That’s how I knew Sampson was good people. He didn’t question me, just let me be. He’d been that way since day one, something no one else had ever done for me until I met Asher.
“You know what, Sampson? I may have grown a pussy recently, but if I never told you before, welcome to the family, the Tunnel family. It’s the best fucking family to be a part of—”
“I feel you, man,” Sampson with a grin.
Leaning my head back into the headrest, I closed my eyes and prayed for my woman to be okay.
More than okay.
