“But you know what Sonja’s planning.”
“Not entirely,” she admitted. “But I can guess.”
“Do you agree with it?”
Ruby rolled her eyes. “Sonja’s certifiable, what do you think?”
“Okay, if you’re not onboard, why are you helping her?”
“I’m not. I’m just trying not to get dead.”
“If I can keep you safe, would you—”
She raised her hand and shook her head. “Don’t even finish that sentence, Sundance. It’s not gonna happen.”
“You gotta reel her in, Rube.”
“I don’t have to do shit.”
“You get caught in this, it’ll be worse,” I warned.
“I’m well aware of what I’m up against,” she said. “But I gotta watch out for myself. I appreciate you makin’ sure your man doesn’t come around, and I’ll return the favor if I can. I just won’t make promises I can’t keep, like spying on Sonja.”
“Tell me this,” I hedged. “How long’s Snowcone been in league with Sonja.”
“Oh, he’s not,” she said. “He’s fuckin’ Misty.”
“Jesus,” I hissed. “Zilla’s sister?”
“Yeah. That’s been goin’ on for almost a year now.”
Shit started to come into focus for the first time in a while. He’d used my distraction with chemo to make a play and it wouldn’t stand.
“I appreciate the info, sweetheart. You watch your back.”
“I fully intend to,” she said, and I walked out of the bar and climbed onto my bike, calling Orion before starting the engine.
“Hey, Pops,” he said.
“Lock Letti down.”
“Shit, okay. Can you talk?”
“No. Meet me at the cabin tonight. Get Rocky, Moses, and Wrath there, too. After ten. No one else.”
“Right.”
He hung up and I headed back to the club.
Wyatt
AT FIVE O’CLOCK exactly, I shut down my laptop and made my way out of my office. I’d sent Calvin home early and Ripley was off-site at a client meeting, so I was able to get out unscathed. Or at the very least, out without having to dodge a million questions.
I rushed into my condo at five-twenty and cleaned up a bit in the form of more deodorant and teeth-brushing, then changed into a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt. Granted, it was a tight, V-neck T-shirt, but it was nothing special. I wasn’t looking for sex tonight and didn’t want Sundance to get any ideas.
I started to wipe down my kitchen counters in an effort to kill time and ended up doing a deep clean of the stovetop. This meant, of course, that when Sundance arrived, I was a sweaty mess. I tried to warn him as he walked through my door, but I was pushed up against my foyer wall and kissed for all I was worth, so the words were forgotten.
“Hey,” he said against my lips.
