You got it, boss.
Sliding my phone into my jeans, I turn and look at Cindy, who's standing by the long table that holds numerous buckets filled with Mary, bagging it up, handing it to Marci to weigh out, and then passing it to Brad to put in the suitcase.
“Hey, Cindy, wanna make some extra money tonight?” I ask, and her head snaps up, and I smirk.
“Sure, Demon. What do you need?” she asks as I walk over to her.
“Tonight there’s a party in the tunnels. I need you to help Nick be my eyes and ears,” I say, and she nods.
“Okay, sounds easy enough,” she responds, and I nod my head towards the basement doors. I walk away with her following as I open the door and let her step out first, and then gesture for her to climb the steps to the shop. Once we’re out of ear shot, I walk over to the cage and take out three gas masks, handing them to her. She raises a brow, and I chuckle.
“Take these to your car. I’m going to have a few of my soldiers send some gas through the HVAC system to knock everyone out. Nick will give you the signal. Once he does, you put one on and so will he—”
“This third one?” she asks, interrupting me, and I smile.
“It’s for Gum—Presley. Make sure she gets it, and once people start dropping, specifically Jacob Lee Radley, you bring her through the tunnels with Nick to the mansion doors where I will be waiting,” I tell her, and she nods,
“You really like that girl, huh?” she asks, and I nod again.
“I do, and I need answers,” I respond. She smiles at me but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Ya know, I thought we were good together but—” she says but I interrupt.
“I wasn’t the man for you. I’m not even sure I am for her either. One day you will find someone who will give you the world, but for now, that guy ain’t me,” I say, telling her the truth.
“I know, but anyways. I’ll get the job done and bring your girl to you,” she says, and I smile.
“Thanks, Cindy,” I say and walk away to the office where Harley is sitting behind the desk. Opening the door, his eyes collide with mine as he hangs up the phone.
“You don’t look happy?” I state, and he huffs, folding his arms over his chest, leaning back in his seat.
“That was the detectives. They are no closer to finding Amber. Which we already knew, but the continuous stream of questions is getting really fucking annoying. They must think I’m stupid. How can you ask the same question in thirty different ways? My answer isn’t going to fucking change,” he spits, exasperated with the whole ordeal.
“That’s how these pigs are. Do you think we have anything to worry about?” I ask, but he shakes his head.
“Nope, I keep telling him we broke up awhile ago. That I caught her with some street rat, and maybe they should be questioning people downtown,” he says, and I laugh.
“Amber with a street thug. That’s classic.” I laugh, and he takes a deep breath.
“What are you up to tonight?” he asks, and I shrug.
“Not much. I have a drop to make then I’m going to make sure the soldiers are good then probably head home and play some games,” I lie, and he nods.
“Alright, stay safe. I’m gonna check in with Brax at the Dungeon, and I’ll see you at home,” he says, standing from his chair, grabbing his keys and cell.
“Sounds good,” I say as we both leave the office. Walking with him to his truck, he turns to me, and I know that look in his eyes. He’s fucking worried and has the world on his shoulders. It shows heavily.
“How does she look? Do you think she’s okay?” he asks, concern laced in his tone.
“She looks normal, wearing a ton of makeup as usual. Do I think she’s okay? Not a chance. But what the hell can we do?” I ask, and he takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’m fucking worried. If everything Axel said was true, then you and I both know they are keeping her against her will. She’sa smart girl and she wouldn’t stay with them willingly,” he states so matter of factly.
“Well, one thing at a time. We will get our girl back, even if I have to slay all her damn demons just like I do for Axel,” I assure him, and he smiles.
“Alright. I’ll see you later. It looks like your shipment is ready.” He nods behind me as a few of the guys pile suitcases into the bed of my truck.
“Yep, looks that way,” I say, backing up and giving him the two finger salute.
