“I don’t know…He killed my dad just to serve as a fucking warning to stay away from him. He didn’t want to hear the truth of the past so what’s going to happen when I literally drop his past in his lap?”
I highly doubt Myles would kill her. I looked into him shortly after Jocko was murdered. He honestly doesn’t even seem the type to kill someone. But telling that to Declan is like talking to a brick wall. This man is hell bent on revenge and just wants a body to point the gun at.
“Just trust me. Have her go talk to him and offer a private dance. You know how talented she is at seduction.”
“If he hurts her…”
“I highly doubt he would risk killing a dancer in your club, Declan. Stop being so fucking paranoid. You want answers? Then do what I say!”
“Fuck you.”
“Love you too, buddy. Call me when you have some answers. I’ll be back in town next month.”
The line goes dead before he says goodbye. Jesus Christ, this guy has such a short fuse. It’s going to get him killed one of these days.
When I wake up the next morning, my head is pounding. Declan called me bitching up a storm. His precious, broken dove was able to get Langston into a private room, but he managed to get out before she was able to restrainhim. I don’t trust her. I think she betrayed Declan, but again, that man is fucking obsessed with this bitch so there wasn’t even a chance I could convince him that she let Langston go.
*Ring* *Ring*
“Yeah?”
“You were right!”
“What?! What do you mean?”
“Mac and Tony spotted her truck at Big Rays. They think she’s with him.”
“I’m sorry man. I tried to tell you…”
“I KNOW! Okay?!”
“Where are you right now?”
“I’m heading out to Rays. If she is with him…What the fuck?”
“Declan? What’s wrong?”
“I’ll call you back. Today’s my lucky day.”
I sit on the shitty motel bed waiting for this fucker to call me back for what feels like forever. Rodger called to give me an update on our Mexico situation, and I’m not pleased. Another one of my shipments has gonemissing. I told him to start going through all the men at the warehouses. Torture them…Kill them for all I care. I just want answers.
*Ring* *Ring*
“So you going to tell me why it’s your lucky day, Declan?”
“I have him…”
“Langston? How?”
“He was walking away from Rays in the fucking storm. He got in my Range Rover because I offered him a ride backto his car, which happened to be sitting right outside Badlands.”
“So has he talked?”
“No. He’s still knocked out. Mac hit him pretty hard over the head. I’ve just been sitting in my office waiting…”
“Boss!”I can hear Mac shout in the background.
The line goes silent, and I’m starting to wonder if he hung up.
