“They won’t be able to make this go away. I have a few media contacts. I’ll get them there. The DEA won’t be able to turn a blind eye to millions of dollars of seized weapons and drugs. They’ll have no choice but to prosecute.”
“Meaning The Bulls go to jail, the target is gone from my back, and we get to focus on finding that evidence and nailing Sinner to the wall.”
CHAPTER 32
Harlow
SCHOOL MONDAY IStotally anticlimactic after the weekend we’ve had. I’m tired too, because I didn’t sleep well last night after everything Diesel revealed. Theo and I ended up cuddling in bed and talking until the early hours, and then, I slept fitfully until it was time to get up.
“Any change?” Saint asks when I climb in the car after leaving the hospital.
I shake my head. I can’t form words over the lump in my throat.Why isn’t she waking up?It feels like forever since I last heard Sariah’s laugh.
“Maybe, we should reschedule this,” Theo says.
“No,” I croak. “The meet with Darrow is going ahead.”
“You have your knife?” Saint asks as Galen peels out of the parking lot.
I tap the side of my calf and then hold out the inside of my leather jacket. “I have my gun too.”
“And you have the locket, right?” Caz says.
I nod. “Relax, guys. This is one thing you don’t have to worry about. In my current mood, I’ll gut Dar if he even looks at me funny.”
Galen pulls the car off the road a mile from the biker bar, in front of an abandoned store, and I let them out. They duck inside to wait for me. I slide into the driver’s seat and head to the bar, pressing down on my locket to activate the audio recorder before I step foot in the seedy establishment.
Darrow isn’t here yet, so I order a bag of chips and a bottle of water and wait in a booth for him. He arrives ten minutes later, swaggering in like he owns the place. The tetchy blonde who was behind the counter when I visited Johnny flies across the room like she’s got a bee up her butt. “Hey, Dar.” She leans her elbows on the table, pushing her tits up and practically shoving them in his face. “What can I get ya?” She blatantly eye fucks him, and an amused grin spreads across my mouth.
“Tempest is gonna kick your cheating ass, Dar.”
“I never promised her exclusivity,” he says, winking at the bottle blonde. “I only ever gave that to you,” he adds, earning me a venomous look from the waitress.
He’s clearly forgotten he cheated on me with that redheaded witch, but I have zero fucks to give. “Relax, babe,” I say, leaning back in the booth. “I’ve no interest in fucking him. He’s all yours.”
Dar scowls, yanking the blonde to him and slamming his lips down on hers.
I sip my water as I sext Caz, grinning at his equally dirty reply.
“Who the fuck are you texting?” Dar spits, yanking his mouth from the blonde.
“One of my boyfriends,” I say, repocketing my cell.
“One?” the girl inquires, losing the dour face.
“Yep.” I tilt my head to the side. “I have four, and they’re all hot as fuck.” I’d love to show her some pics, to really rile Dar up, but the guys are well-known, and I don’t want word getting out that I was meeting the enemy for fear it ends up getting back to the psycho. This is already risky enough as it is.
“Well, damn, girl.” She plants her hands on her hips. “Where can I get me some of that?”
“I don’t have all day,” Dar snaps. “Get me a beer.” He dismisses her with a flip of his hand.
“Neither do I.” I slide the piece of paper across the table to him.
“What’s this?”
“Details of a shipment The Sainthood has coming up from Mexico Wednesday night.”
“Mexico?” He rubs at his brow. “I thought they got their supplies from Europe?”
