Nodding, I tell her, “I’ve got all night.”
Her cheeks redden with a blush. She disappears into Oliver’s room, and I run through everything I’m going to do to her body.
36
Trey
One too many beers and a day in the sun, I need my bed. I’m so close to the day being over when my phone rings.
“Yeah?” I answer when I don’t recognise the number calling.
“It’s James.” Officer Sketchy. “Heads up, your club is going to be raided in one hour.”
The call cuts off and I turn to Angel at the bar. “Where’s Luca?”
Pointing his finger upward, he says, “With Victoria.”
“We’re gonna be raided, in an hour.”
He rushes into motion, and I run up three flights of stairs in record time, knocking on Luca’s door trying to get my breath back.
Suddenly sober when the door opens, Luca stares at me. I tell him, “Sketchy called, we’re gonna be raided in an hour.”
“Shit.” He turns and tells Victoria, “Take River, find somewhere busy to eat, and stay there. You’ve got five minutes to get your shit together and be down in the bar.” Pushing me backward, he runs down the stairs with me following suit.
Angel and the brothers are already moving out guns and the stockpile of ammunition. Luca and I help out and we take the load out back. The prospect and Max jump the wall, and King and I climb onto the wall and act as the middlemen getting the guns over. Once they are all over, King and I jump down, and we haul them all into the warehouse.
“You think this is about Annabel?” King asks quietly.
I shrug. “Most likely.”
“Shit.”
Back in the bar, Luca is ushering Victoria and their kid out of the door. He comes back in a few minutes later.
“Where’s Rudi tonight?” I ask Angel.
“At the hospital.”
“Everyone, check every corner in case we’ve missed anything. I don’t want shit left when they show up,” Luca orders.
“You think this is to do with the Mayor’s daughter?” King asks everyone else.
I don’t bother repeating myself. He’s freaking out. I check behind the bar and find nothing.
“Probably,” Angel grunts.
“Didn’t the rat cop say why?” Max asks me.
“Nope, just said what he said and hung up.”
“Maybe you should tell him you need details in future. It would help more,” Max argues.
“Doesn’t matter,” Luca snaps. “They won’t find anything about anything. We’re gonna sit and drink beers, and when they show up, we’ll act like we’re in complete surprise.” He looks to us all and then adds, “Someone open the door, it’ll save us fixing it up or paying out for a new one.”
I cross the bar and leave the door half open. On my way back I turn the music on and turn it on low.
The prospect hands out beers and we all take a seat around the largest table we have.
