“The fuck you watching that bitch for?”
Sonny’s words shook me out of my stupor.
“You ever cause a wreck, drive by it the next day, and want to see where the tires peeled out?”
“I mean, yeah, for a second, but not for as long as you’re laying eyes on her,” Sonny said. “We should get you some new club pussy. Maybe the current bunnies aren’t doing enough.”
“It’s not that,” I said.
I didn’t add anything else.
“You think she’s innocent somehow?”
“Fuck no,” I said, one of the few times I lied to my son.
“Then what the hell is it?”
I sighed. This part that I was about to say was true.
“The King’s Men has me concerned,” I said. “They’re escalating. The Black Reapers want us to color up. We’ve been able to be the sole alpha dog in town because no one else has the resources to compete. But now the big bad wolf beyond the border has come. And while we can win, people will die.”
I shook my head.
“And I’m over here watching reporter pussy and wondering where the fuck I went wrong.”
“You went wrong thinking it was more than just pussy,” Sonny said.
He then reached over, grabbed the remote, and switched it over to ESPN. We literally had no idea what was being shown on the TV—it looked like a bunch of talking heads debating something related to baseball—but it was something different, something that didn’t involve Hailey.
“Appreciate it.”
“She’s only useful if she somehow gets us info on the King’s Men.”
I nodded, poured myself a glass of whiskey, and felt my phone vibrate. I looked down and saw a 602 number had contacted me. I knew who it was before I even saw the rest of the number.
I didn’t look at the phone for now. It was a bad look to be hiding shit from Sonny, but it was an even worse look to appear whipped and desperate for her info. Which I wasn’t, but I was curious.
When Sonny went to take a leak, I finally looked at the text. My eyes narrowed.
“King called me. Wants to see me on Thursday. Will let you know how it goes.”
I grimaced. That was incredibly fucking risky on her part. But if I sent security to her…
She’d be dead, my security would be dead, and no one would ever suspect the King’s Men.
If she was serious, this could actually prove invaluable.
But if she wasn’t, then I would feel double the fool, and I’d do more than just cut her number off and do my best to avoid speaking to her.
I’d ruin her.
“You better be telling the truth. Come to my house Thursday at six if you’re serious.”
Hailey
Thursday
Ifelt like I was walking into a trap.
