“They’re testing a new supplier.” I pop a chip in my mouth. He grins as he unfolds the paper, reading the details. “You’re welcome.”
“This is good, Lo.”
“I know.” I stand. “Don’t fuck it up. I can’t wait to see the look on Sinner’s face when he finds out you ambushed his delivery.”
“I’ll need more,” he adds. “If you want me to keep quiet about your betrayal.”
“Like I said,” I say, slipping out of the booth and taking my knife from where I placed it on the seat beside me, “I want to see them taken down.” I lean into his face, deliberately lowering my gaze to his mouth and licking my lips. “You don’t need to threaten me.” I press the tip of my knife to his cock. “Or next time, I’ll stab you in the balls.”
I walk off toward the counter, smiling like it’s my birthday, because I just fucking love it when a plan comes together. I hand the blonde a twenty, smirking. “Keep the change, and take my advice—make sure he wraps it before he taps it.”
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We’ve just finishedeating our takeout in the basement when Bry shows up at the house a little after nine. “Hey.” I greet him at the door with a quick hug. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too.” He eyes the marks around my neck with suspicion. “You doing okay?”
“I’ve never been better.” I shoot him a cheeky wink as I lead him downstairs to the guys.
“Sit your ass down,” Saint says, gruffly, pointing at the couch across from us. I smirk, because he’s such a grumpy shit.
But he’smygrumpy shit.
Saint pulls me down on the couch between him and Galen, slapping a possessive hand on my thigh. I barely resist the urge to roll my eyes.
Bry casually flips Saint off before dropping onto the couch beside Theo. He leans back, crossing one leg over his knee and smirking. Caz hands him a beer, with a matching smirk, before plonking his butt on the arm of the couch. “Thanks, man.” Bry nods.
“What’s the update?” Saint asks.
“Not a lot,” Bry admits. “Whoever the rat is, he’s well protected. I’ve dropped a couple hints, put out a few feelers, but no one seems to know anything, or if they do, they’re not saying.”
“How can we move this forward?” I ask.
“I suggest we install some cameras and break in to the prez’s office. Nothing goes down without Archer Quinn knowing.”
“You think the rat approached him and he’s dealing with him directly?” Galen asks.
Bry nods.
“It would explain why no one seems to know anything,” Theo supplies.
“Get the cameras set up,” Saint says. “And we’ll plan a B&E after all the shit goes down this week.”
“What shit?” Bry inquires, his brows climbing to his hairline.
“Things that don’t concern you,” Saint says. Until we know exactly where Bry’s loyalties lie, we can’t let him know our true agenda.
“Did Dar mention anything about his deal with me or Galen?” I ask.
“Sly fucker hasn’t said a word to me.” Bry swallows a mouthful of beer. “But he’s shitting bricks. He’s on edge and snapping at everyone and anything. It’s clear he’s rattled.”
“You heard anything about the DEA sniffing around?” Saint asks, and Bry almost chokes on his beer.
“Shit,” he says when he’s composed himself. “No, but that’s not good.”
He won’t meet my eyes, and all the tiny hairs lift on the back of my neck.
Saint bores a hole in his skull, and they enter into a silent face-off for a few beats. “You sure you don’t want to amend your answer?”
