We shove him into the passenger seat. He winces but doesn’t fight.
Jax gets in the backseat with the other guy between us again.
“What’re we doing with dumb and dumber?” I ask.
Callum turns around. “I already ran one over.”
I pull the gag out of the conscious guy’s mouth. “Talk or we run your legs over, too.”
He shakes his head. “Let us go.”
Jax laughs. Cold. Dark.
Callum removes the gag from the other guy. “What the fuck were you ordered to do?”
“Just push you around a bit,” the guy says a bit too easily.
Callum points at his face and then lifts his shirt, showing the massive bruise. “You took your orders a little too far.”
The one in the backseat speaks up. “Just let us fucking go. We wanted to make an easy five hundred.”
His friend scoffs. “Shut up.”
“Yeah, shut up,” I echo.
“How do you know the guy?” Jax asks.
“We don’t.”
I pull the guy next to me close to my face. “Tell a lie again and I’ll knock the teeth out of your mouth.”
“Chill. Chill. Chill.” He’s sweating now. “He’s just some fucking guy. A friend of a friend. Gave us your pictures and told us to keep watch outside his house and rush if we see one of you.”
“Like bodyguards,” Jax says to us.
The guy shrugs. “Some shit about safety for his family.”
“Fuck this,” Jax says. He steps out and yanks the guy out of the backseat. The guy crashes onto the gravel.
I pull the second one out. Callum stands over both of them.
“Don’t fucking show your faces again,” Jax spits.
“If you do, we’ll find you,” I add.
I start digging through their pockets. I find a wallet, so I pull out the ID.
“Carlos Mendoza.” I take a picture with my phone.
“Idiot,” Callum laughs.
We drag them both to the edge of the overlook. Not close enough to push them. Just close enough that they understand the threat.
Jax leans in. “Give me your fucking word you’re going to leave us alone.”
“You have my word,” one of them says quickly.
The other nods frantically. “Yeah. This is not what we signed up for.”
