“So, you’ll be close.”
“Yeah, baby, I’ll be close.” He cocked his head. “Did you think I’d make you stay here alone?”
I shrugged. “I’ve never been in this position before, so I had no idea what you planned to do.”
“Well, I plan to be here as long as you’re here. I will never leave you to fend for yourself, baby. You need to start wrapping your mind around that.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He touched his nose to mine, then kissed me. “Come on, we’ll drop by your place, then pick Felix up.”
I gripped his jacket and stood on my tiptoes. “Thank you.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome.”
We pulled up to my townhouse and I noticed my brother’s truck was in my driveway. “What’s Luca doing here?”
“Shit,” Stoney hissed.
“What’s going on?” I asked, just as my brother slid out of his truck and walked toward us.
“Let’s get inside and we’ll explain,” Stoney said.
I frowned, but climbed out of my car and led Stoney and Luca inside.
“You found out somethin’,” Stoney said to my brother.
“Yeah,” Luca confirmed.
“What’s going on,” I demanded.
“You might want to sit down,” Luca said.
“I don’t want to sit down, I want you to spit it out.”
“Your sister didn’t OD,” Stoney said. “She was murdered.”
“What?” I squeaked.
“She’s got somethin’ on some really bad guys,” Luca said.
“No shit?” Stoney asked.
“Yeah. Coco squealed before he went into surgery. My team confirmed it as we started to delve back into the Los Psychos’ file. Ria apparently had RICO level evidence, but no one knew where she kept it.” Luca slid his keys in his pocket. “They ransacked her place and after they stole her car, they dismantled it to see if she’d hidden anything inside of it.”
“Jesus,” Stoney hissed.
“I know where it is,” I rasped.
“What the fuck?” Stoney snapped.
I nodded. “She gave me a crate—”
“Holy shit!” Luca exclaimed. “I didn’t even think of the fucking crate.”
“You didn’t think this might be the reason that asshole broke into her home?” Stoney growled.
“No, why would I?” Luca demanded.
