Ranger’s chuckle spread a smirk across my face. Watching them run was the highlight of my day. I followed them along the outside of the building, keeping my sights trained on them at all times. They tripped over themselves, dropping bags while Ranger hauled a goddamn wooden box filled with ammunition with his own two hands.
I swear, I couldn’t pay any streaming service for that kind of entertainment.
“Now,” Ranger said as he loaded the ammunitions box into their trunk, “get the fuck out of here before I change my mind. And tell your boss that if he ever wants to do business again? He better get it right the first fucking time.”
He second he closed their trunk door, the two men scampered like little baby deer toward the front of the vehicle. They slammed themselves inside, practically toppling over themselves as the one behind the wheel struggled to get the damn key into the ignition. Ranger stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, looming over them with that etched look of murder on his face.
I kept my sights trained on their wheels until they were out of sight, out of mind.
Then, Ranger turned to face me on the roof. “You wanna get down here and come stick your face in this money?”
I disengaged my rifle and tossed it over my shoulder. “How about we get out of here first. Just in case.”
He nodded. “Good point. Let’s go.”
With my rifle slotted into a holster across my back, I leapt off the edge of the roof. With my hand clinging to the side, I tossed my feet over until I felt them tiptoe along a window’s ledge. I released my hand, dropping myself before my fingers caught me on the ledge my feet had felt, and one I went. Scaling one level after another using nothing but my hands, until I dropped down to my feet.
“You really are a spider monkey, you know that?” Ranger asked as he pulled an apple out of his pocket.
I furrowed my brow. “Has that been there this whole time?”
He shrugged. “A man’s gotta eat.”
I rolled my eyes as I brushed past him. “Come on. I’ll drive.”
With our money stowed away in the trunk, we blazed a trail back to the clubhouse. Dirt kicked up beneath the fresh tires of our crew’s group form of transport when we needed to keep a low profile while riding together. Vans were too conspicuous, and our bikes were way too fucking loud, so whenever we could wiggle a vehicle out of one of our buyers, we did.
Plus, the constant exchanging of vehicles helped us to keep a low profile within city limits.
Yet another idea the crew could thank me for.
“A hundred bucks says Trooper’s already fucked her,” Ranger said as he hit the highway.
I chuckled to myself. “You know how that bastard is. He’s probably teasing her right now.”
“You got any plans for her yet?”
I crossed my leg over my knee. “I’ll let you two go first before I hit her with the grand finale.”
“What if she doesn’t like cocky assholes?”
I started picking at the dirt beneath my scrawny fingernails. “Every girl likes a cocky asshole. What they don’t like is an actual asshole, and you wear that role better than any of us.”
Ranger snickered. “And don’t you forget it.”
The ride back to the clubhouse was always longer than the journey there, mostly to shake a tail and avoid any risks of exposure in the process. But, once we pulled into the parking lot of the clubhouse, I saw Trooper hanging out on the porch with those big-ass feet of his just chilling on the porch railing. He had a beer in his hand and a smile on his face, which only meant one of two things.
He had either dove headfirst into Naomi’s luscious body, or he had already allocated his funds to something stupid.
Like those damn knives of his.
He had, like, twenty-two sets of them just hanging out all over the walls of his room.
“Weirdo,” I murmured.
“Hey, Troop!” Ranger exclaimed as he threw his car door open. “Wanna give me a hand with the grocery bags?”
I slipped my door open and stood to my feet. “So, Ranger and I have a bet going.”
