“Boss wants you to push the investigation toward the Enforcers.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Jenkins is a well-respected MC prez. No one will believe that he’s involved in those girls’ disappearance.” Peter shook his head at his visitor.
“Just set the implications. We will handle the rest of the situation.”
Peter just shook his head. He knew their plans would backfire on them.
He just nodded and agreed. The cards were going to come crashing down and sooner than they thought.
The boss wasn’t as smart as he thought he was. Peter was no longer going to be his fall guy.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
Lana put her phone down and leaned her head back against the headrest of her seat. Shit was happening way too fast for her liking.
She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, a practice she’d learned years ago to calm her mind, heart, and body when she went into overdrive. She about had herself back into calm mode when her phone rang.
“Pennington.”
“Ah, I have missed that sassy snark, Captain. How is civilian life treating you?”
“Better than it’s treating you, apparently. You’ve missed a few check-ins, Angelo. You changing teams, forgetting which side you’re on?”
“You don’t like me very much, do you, Captain?”
“I don’t know you, Angelo. I know you’re former Delta and that the C.I.A and the F.B.I. pulled you into a joint operation to go undercover in the Soriano Cartel, one that also has an MC in the US calling themselves the Soriano’s Army. I know you’ve missed several calls with your handler, and they were considering whether or not to have you declared as a rogueagent. I hope for your sake you haven’t switched sides and now have to be taken out with the rest of them.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, Captain. You need to learn how to relax. If Kenwood isn’t capable of satisfying you, call me.”
“No thanks. Community dick doesn’t work for me, Angelo. From what I’ve heard, the ladies don’t try to come back for seconds. Now, stop wasting my fucking time and tell me why you called me and not your handler?” Lana answered, looking around when a background sound sounded too familiar.
“Looking a little pudgy there, Captain. Not knocked up again, are you?”
“Trying to fat shame me, Angelo, you should take it up with your old man since he’s my cardio.”
Lana heard the same noise again as she got out of the SUV when Rocky came out of the store with Dani. As they got closer, she heard the motorcycles rev up.
“Get Dani back inside,now!” Lana screamed out, drawing her weapon and pointing it toward where she now heard the noise coming from.
Rocky and Dani made it inside the store just as the two motorcycles came toward her, increasing their speed. Lana pointed her weapon at the two men, then lowered her weapon as she fired, hitting the front tire of the motorcycle Angelo was riding.
When he went down, she ran toward him, only to have him abandon his motorcycle when his partner squealed their tires at a stop next to him. When the man stopped his bike, he aimed a gun her way. Angelo ran in front of her toward his partner, yelling at him to take off.
What…the…fuck…was…that? Lana watched as the two men sped away on the one motorcycle with his saddlebag over his shoulder.
Lana ran toward the downed bike and turned the still running motor off. The fact the engine was still running surprised her.
When she stepped back to look at her surroundings, she saw an envelope on the ground near the seat of the bike. She pulled out gloves from her glove pouch on her duty vest and put them on. She picked up the envelope that was addressed to “My Dearest Lana.”
“Mommy!”
Lana whirled around when she heard her daughter, Dani, scream out for her. She knelt down and caught the running missile as she was tackled into a tight hug.
“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s got you.”
Lana held her shaking daughter in her arms and started rocking the crying girl as she did her best to soothe her. When she looked up at Rocky, she knew her bestie had some serious questions.
