“Okay,” Saint says after a few beats of awkward silence. “But if you’re screwing us, we’ll screw you back.”
“That’s not how I roll,” Diesel says, kissing the top of Lo’s head. “Stay safe.”
“You too,” she says.
We watch as he strides toward the door like he owns the fucking air we breathe. He turns around at the last second, his hand curled around the door handle. “One final thing. No more stunts like last night. I can’t help you if the cops are breathing down your necks.”
Saint flips him off. “We know how to cover our tracks.”
Diesel rolls his eyes. “Evidently not.” He fixes one final glance in Lo’s direction before walking outside.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I ask.
“That he’s watching our every move,” Theo says, frowning, and I know he’ll take this personally. Like he’s somehow failed us because he can’t stop Diesel from following our trail.
“It’s time we repaid the favor,” Saint says, standing. “Come on. We’re leaving now.”
“To go where?” Lo asks, jumping up.
Chairs scrape as we all stand.
“We’re following the old man. Let’s see what’s so important he had to leave.”
CHAPTER 31
Harlow
ITURN OFFthe stove and leave the envelope with the fake IDs Diesel gave me on the kitchen counter. It seems his influence knows no bounds and, somehow, he forced Johnny into handing over my new identification. How simple that plan seems now, and it’s so far removed from my current reality it’s almost laughable.
I won’t run, because my enemies will only chase after me. I don’t doubt Diesel has the resources to hide me, but I refuse to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder and jumping at my own shadow.
“I’m still pissed you added a tracker to his car without telling me,” I say when we’re all safely inside the Lexus and on the move. Theo is frantically stabbing buttons on his iPad, doing what he does best.
“And that’s why we didn’t tell you,” Saint replies, and I flip him off. He smirks at me over the console. “Babe, I know you trust him, but he’s keeping shit from us, and we need to know what.”
“He’s a dangerous fucker,” Caz says, and I narrow my eyes at him through the mirror. “Hey.” He holds up his hands from the back seat. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m telling it like it is. He’s a highly trained mercenary who kills people for a living. We know he’d never hurt you, but the jury’s out on our asses.”
“Especially since Saintly is determined to piss him off any chance he gets,” Theo notes without lifting his head from his tablet.
“You can all fuck off with your Saintly,” Saint says, and a smile lifts the corners of my mouth.
“Done,” Theo says, and I glance over my shoulder, lifting a brow. “I’ve synced the tracking device to the GPS system in the car.” He sits back in the seat. “I also changed the code on the gate. I’ve messaged you the new one.” He pins me with a warning look. “Diesel is not to know that.”
I hate that they don’t trust him, but I can’t really blame them, which is why I didn’t go postal on their asses when they told me what Galen had done. I nod at Theo, and he smiles back at me, knowing he doesn’t need to confirm where my loyalty lies.
Saint fiddles with a few buttons, grinning like a madman, as he stares at the red dot moving on the map when it loads. “Looks like he’s heading out of Prestwick,” he adds.
“Keep a safe distance behind him,” Theo says. “He might recognize the car.”
Saint rolls his eyes, before glancing at me. “Did he say anything outside that was helpful?”
“No. He just flipped his lid over the initiation tasks and begged me to skip town.”
“What was in the envelope?” Galen asks.
“A fake driver’s license and passport.”
“They might come in handy,” Saint says.
