Yak stared at Turk. “You don’t want in on this?”
Turk glanced up at the ceiling for a beat. “I don’t trust my restraint. I know more about how Frankie D. got to where he is. He’s the epitome of low-down and dirty.”
“And youdon’twant in on this?” Yak asked again.
A muscle ticked in Turk’s jaw. “I want to know Suzy’s done freaking out every time I stroll up behind her. If by some fucked-up stroke of luck, Ghost gets out of jail, I damn sure want to be on the outside so I can protect her.”
Yak held a hand up at Turk. “Okay, simmer down, man. Believe me, I get it.”
Volt shifted in his seat. “Do we know how many people work with him on the loan shit? I’d guess one of his lackeys will call the cops or somebody when he goes radio silent.”
“When I call Roy, I can ask if they know.”
Volt tapped the table. “That works. It sounds like we have a loose plan. Text me after she calls Frank. We’ll go from there.”
Savannah
Punc sauntered away and Nora wandered to me. She was petite and had a stylish purple scarf wrapped around her head. Her brown eyes warmed when she smiled at me. “Come meet Suzy. I promise we don’t bite.”
“I might,” Abby said from behind Nora.
From the other side of the room, Suzy called out, “You always say that.”
Abby shot Suzy a grin. “And it always breaks the ice.” She strolled past me and went around the bar. “Wine, beer, or something else?”
“I’m having beer,” Suzy called out.
Abby’s gaze narrowed on me. “I saw you dance earlier in the week, but my man says your real name is Savannah. You ever had a Blue Savannah?”
Part of me felt like she was pulling my leg. “No, what’s in it?”
She pulled out a silver cocktail shaker and put it on the bar. “Whatever I want since it’s my own concoction. Basically, it’s a Blue Hawaii, but the brothers rarely have pineapple juice on hand, so I sub in pineapple vodka instead and cut back on the rum.”
I pressed my lips together. “I could try one. Sorry, but I’m a lightweight.”
Abby smiled. “Awesome.”
Suzy pulled a barstool out from under the bar and sat down across from Abby. Nora settled beside Suzy, and I sat next to Nora.
After a moment, Suzy leaned forward, caught my attention, and said, “Thanks.”
My brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, but what are you thanking me for?”
Her expression was serious. “If you hadn’t gone to Yak when you did, who knows if the brothers would have found us in time.”
That was the last thing I expected to hear.
“You’re welcome, but Desiree deserves some credit, too.”
Nora rested her hand on my forearm on the bar. “I’m sure she does, but don’t downplay your actions. Only you could have shed light on Prime’s involvement.”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
The thunk of a glass hitting the bar drew my attention away from Nora. A picture-perfect blue cocktail sat in front of me, and Abby was pouring a second into a glass for herself.
When she finished, she grabbed her glass and held it aloft. “Enough of that. Everyone’s safe… and it all worked out. Here’s to getting to know Savannah.”
We raised our respective glasses to toast.
