“Wait. If you do, he’ll know we turned him in.” I picture myself with cement shoes, or worse, remarried to my ex and shipped off to Sicily, never to be seen or heard from again.
Slate offers another solution. “We could let Sam inform the FBI.”
“I have a better idea. How about we steal the shipment? Then, all we have to do is tell the Feds where to find it.We can make it look like a rival cartel stole it. Trucks get hijacked all the time. Those damn dolls are so popular, no one would think twice.”
Chapter 21
Wheels
Hijacking a semi-trailer is risky as fuck but if we succeed, it’ll be the heist of the century. Rose and Sam will be out of their uncle’s crosshairs, and we’ll remove a new, dangerous drug from the street. However, to pull it off, we’ll need Patten’s finest.
With a click to enlarge, Slate’s image fills my screen. He’s a damn fine poker player but I read faces better than most. A muscle twitches near his ear and his right eye widens a fraction of a centimeter.
Even though he agrees with the plan, my primary concern is my client. Since ordering the damn doll, she’s been targeted by drug sellers on the dark web. No matter what happens, that simple fact remains.
A few minutes later, Suds joins the call, then Sam.
While we wait for the rest to join the conference, Hands asks, “Who owns the drugs in the container?”
Jasonelle responds with a bill of sale. After some debate, we concur the layers of shell companies lead to Mexico’s largest cartel, the Sinaloa. The Brooklyn mobster must’ve sold it to them.
With the gravity of the situation understood, we wait for my boss to take command. “Wes. I figure we’ll need a small team. You, Hands, Lucky, Jack, and I, should be enough.”
“What if Hands flies the drones and we add Suds to the attack force?” My idea has merit and after everyone agrees, Slate continues.
“We can either stage an accident or hijack the truck when the driver stops for food. I say the first. We’ll set up flares where the wifi naturally drops out. Sebastian, you and Sam are on task to find the best location. I say we hit them between Toledo and Chicago. I’ll handle the details and send our itinerary.”
“One more thing, what about the girls? If we’re busy, who’s going to guard them?” Suds frowns and shakes his head.
I fear he may nix the plan until Jack, the first to be hired by Grayson Patten and the most respected jumps in. “We could hide them in plain sight, in the Manhattan office.”
“I’m okay with that if y’all are.” His concerns addressed, he mutes and the box around Slate’s image lights.
“I’ll hire some local contractors. Any other worries?”
When no one responds, he nods. “See you all in Chicago.”
After everyone hangs up, Rose, who’s been listening in, frowns. “Why can’t I go with you?”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “We work better knowing our women are well-protected.”
My offhanded comment startles me. At what point, did I start considering her mine? Not big on retrospection, I pack my bag and book my flight. The drive to Burlington takes about an hour and my departure isn’t until three.
Watching me pace, she drags me to the mattress. “We have lots of time to kill. We could watch a movie, wait at the airport or…” She unbuckles my belt. “Maybe we could think of something more interesting to do.”
“You wouldn’t be trying to seduce me now, would you?” I love how she takes the lead and calls me out on my bullshit, but I don’t want her imagining moonbeams and white picket fences. After this is over, we need to talk and make sure we’re on the same page.
“Now, who’s thinking too much?” Her mouth connects with mine and one set of fingers slip behind my head with her thumbs pressing behind my ear.
With her right hand, she slips down my six-pack, past my navel, and unzips my jeans.
Sweet God in heaven.My ever-ready weasel swells and the supply of oxygen to my brain is reduced to a trickle. She lifts my shirt, kisses down my chest, and pauses to nibble below my belly button.
“Mmm.” As her hum vibrates through my abs, I grip the sheets and picture her mouth around me.
“You don’t have to-”
Releasing my cock, she sucks on the tip, I close my eyes and moan. Her dark hair tickles my stomach as she takes more of me in. I try to find an ounce of gray matter but there’s none to be had. This woman has me on my back, my lollipop in her mouth, and I’m at her mercy.
