“Send Cottonmouth up here.”
He nodded once and exited. About a minute later, my VP came in. I yelled for Viper to join us as
well. “According to her student card, the bitch is rich. It doesn’t make any sense. Why is she on the run, skipping town after town?”
“We don’t know if she’s on the run yet,” Viper said.
“Do you know of any girl without a bike having a burner, no credit cards, two grand in cash and
carrying that isn’t?”
He shrugged and shook his head, chuckling.
“She could be some asshole’s girl and things went wrong or she did shit at school,” Cottonmouth
scratched his beard, “with that piece.”
It was hard to think of her taking a life. She might have been bad and fierce but not street bad. She wasn’t fast with the gun either. Hundred bucks she never had to use it before. “And what’s with that
ass name Anne Harrison? Do you know of any Harrisons that matter in San Francisco?”
The two of them shook their head.
I ran a hand through my hair. “I don’t know any Harrisons running shit in all fifty states. Something smells bad here. Another hundred bucks that ass name is fake.”
“Another? What’s the first hundred bucks about? I want in,” Cottonmouth said.
I cocked a brow, my stare shifting toward the girl. Like who cared if she fired a gun before or had
a different name or what fucking reason she had to be on the run? In a matter of days, she’d meet her maker, and we’d be two-hundred grand richer. That was all that mattered.
Once Cookie confirmed she was a nobody.
But if she was some rich hotshot’s girl—or worse—it was gonna be a different story. Bounty
hunting was fun. Going to war wasn’t.
“Did we hear from Chicago?” I asked.
“Same old shit,” Cottonmouth answered. “They confirmed one thing, though. It’s the Italians that
tried to kill the Romanovs. They must be the ones who set the fat bounty.”
My eyes narrowed at him. “The Bellomos?”
“Or Seppi. They don’t know for sure.”
“What fucking Seppi? Tino Bellomo burned him and his family alive. No Italians run Chicago but
the Bellomos. It’s been this way for years.”
“Maybe he missed one and the tail wants to gain some turf on false claims? Whoever he is, he’s a
pussy, paying for his dirty work to be done for him. He doesn’t give a shit about the girl and won’t be meticulous about making sure she’s the right Anastasia. All good for us.”
“Yeah, baby,” Viper hummed.
When I glanced at him, his fucking tongue was licking his lip as he stared at the girl. Was he
