“Yeah, because I’m stuck with cleaning the mess you and those two psychos made. Where the fuck are they, by the way?”
“I couldn’t say. We parted ways after Grangetown. I hope you catch them, though. Criminals don’t belong on the street with us regular folks.”
“God, you’re insane,” I said, rubbing my forehead in frustration. “Just tell me what you want? Why are you calling me?”
“I want you to tell Marc that I’m coming for him.”
“Tell him yourself!” I exclaimed. “‘I’m not getting in the middle of your shit.”
“He’s not answering my calls.”
“Not my problem.”
“I can make it your problem. And your cute partner’s problem.”
“Mendoza, say it again, and I swear—”
“Just convey the message, alright?” Mendoza growled. “Tell Marc that I’m coming for him. Tell him I will make him pay. Not today, not tomorrow, but soon. Every time he closes his eyes, he should know I’m thinking about him. And I’m coming for him.Voy a arruinar su linda cara.I’ll mess up his pretty face… tell him that.”
“You will mess up his pretty face?” I repeated incredulously. “And then what, Mendoza? After you get your revenge, then what?”
“Who knows?” Mendoza said matter-of-factly. “Maybe I’ll kill him. Maybe I’ll fuck him. Hell, maybe I’ll do both.”
I dragged my hand down my face. “Jesus.”
“But don’t tell him that. I want it to be a surprise.”
“Not funny.”
“I wasn’t joking. I’ve killed men before. I never fucked one, but for Marc… I might make an exception.”
Chapter 14
Cream
Jordan
I checked my phone for the umpteenth time before tossing it on the table in frustration.
“He’s fine,” Maddox said, stretching in his chair. “Relax and stop fretting.”
Buck blinked in confusion. “Who’s fine?”
“Scarface,” Maddox replied.
“He said he would get back to me,” I grumbled, checking my phone again. “Why isn’t he calling me? God, I have such a bad feeling about this.”
“They have a prison break over there, Jordan. Don’t take it personally.”
“Still, it’s almost evening.”
“Anyway, I’m off,” Maddox said, yawning and standing up. “See you at your place.”
It was kind of a tradition. On Fridays, we would all get together at my place for a movie night, which was a euphemism for getting drunk. I wasn’t in the mood for company, but it would probably help me get my mind off things like…why the hell isn’t Adam calling me?
Maybe he changed his mind.A voice in my head whispered.Maybe he doesn’t like you anymore.
“Shut up!” I growled, kicking the garbage bin.
