“What phone has he been calling you on?”
He held up the one in his hand. I slid it from his fingers and threw it toward the ground. The collision caused irreparable damage. Ishmael watched in horror as it shattered.
“Consulting will begin once the money has been wired. Goodbye, Mr. Mayor.”
I slid into my Lamborgini, leaving Ishmael standing with his breath stuck in his throat, darkness in his eyes, and worry lines across his forehead.
THREE
I shutthe door of my office and closed the blinds. Fury and fascination were both fighting to consume me. Indie leaned against my desk with his face planted in my cell. I snatched it away from him, knowing exactly what he had his eyes on.
“I thought you said she would help!” I yelled, garnering his attention.
Shrugging, Indie stood straight like an arrow.
“Man, Mercer is as solid as they come. If that nigga says she’s going to handle it, then she’s going to handle that shit.”
“Who is he anyway?”
“The nigga I did time with. The one with the res–”
“The M?”
“Yes. We went to his grand opening.”
“And I’ve been back four times since. The steak is just– the shit is ridiculous.”
“Me, too.” Indie chuckled. “I’m in that motherfucker at least once a month with something bad to the fucking bone.”
“I’m sure.”
My loafers were pinned to the ground and lifted rapidly. Over and over. My hand pressed against my forehead.
“She destroyed the phone he’s been contacting me on.”
“Damn. Did you at least get the SIM out that bitch?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I got it.”
“Hand it here. I’ll put it in the one you’re holding.”
I handed Indigo both the SIM and the older cell. For now, it would have to work. I knew Royce wanted him to lose contact but so many more important calls came through that line. I didn’t need to miss either of those.
“Make sure she gets her money,” I breathed out. “Make sure it doesn’t trace back to me.”
“Say less.”
“Fuck, she’s high as hell. Charging me two poin–”
“You should look into her.”
“Have you?”
A pain shot down my spine as I twisted my neck, planting my eyes on my brother.
“I did while you were downstairs.”
His mouth knotted and his forehead slid backward, shortening his hairline.
