me, startling me.
I spun, and she was standing on the porch, leaning against the doorframe. “I ain’t taking your
money, baby. Just go inside and wait for me. I’ll be there in a jiffy.”
“Your men don’t have to suffer on my account. They deserve to be paid.”
“My brothers will protect my girl with their lives like they’ll protect me.” I stared at Cottonmouth.
“Because they know I’ll do the same for them and their old ladies. In here, we have each other’s
backs, not because we get paid to do it, but because we are a family, right, bruh?”
He rolled his eyes and grumbled, “You know I got your fucking back all right. But this is bullshit.
Since when we get all lovey dovey with a catch?”
“She ain’t a catch no more. She’s mine. Deal with it.”
Engines revved in. Racer, Viper and the boys parked and dismounted their bikes. They gathered
around us, taking their shades off, glancing at Sia.
“Go inside, baby girl,” I told her. If I could, I’d never let her out. I didn’t want anybody looking at her, even my brothers. I was starting to understand her fucking ex’s jealousy and obsession with her.
Fuck. That girl could really turn men into crazy psycho fucks.
She crossed her arms over her chest and obeyed me, but I could tell she wasn’t happy about it. I
had to be careful or she’d think I was as fucked up as Tino Bellomo’s son. The thought of her walking away from me wasn’t acceptable anymore.
Angrily, Cottonmouth updated the boys. Racer was pleased, but Viper was on VP’s side on this. I
didn’t give a shit. Who I fucked or chose to be with wasn’t put to a vote. It didn’t matter if she was a bounty or a street whore. Sia was mine, and I’d keep her for as long as she’d have me. And if that
wasn’t long enough, maybe I wouldn’t even give her that choice.
Sia was mine. Period.
I asked them what they’d found, and they confirmed there was no car. But then Racer brought out a
cigarette butt from his pocket and showed it to me.
I put my hands on my hips. “What’s this shit?”
“We found a bunch of those a few feet away from where she said left her car,” Viper said.
My eyes tightened. “You mean someone found it, stood on the lookout waiting for her to come back
or to follow whoever was gonna tow it?”
“It could be.” Racer pointed at the butt. “Looks familiar?”
“Nah.”
“That’s because it’s fucking Russian.”
“What?”
