“Gypsy, or this Rocco guy, had him whacked,” Raye laid it out plain.
“Fucking hell,” I repeated. Then I asked her, “Are they going to tell Knox?”
Those times when it was okay to be a wuss?
Not having to be the one to tell your man it was a good bet a member of his family called for the murder of a human being was one of them.
“Obviously, Cap and Eric knew this meet was going to happen, so they were going to connect with him while you were gone,” Raye answered. “Then Knox texted Cap about a ride, so he’s going to do it when he goes to pick him up.”
A car was heard outside.
There was rarely much traffic at the storage units (as in…none), so this was a surprise, though clearly only to me.
What was more of a surprise was when Jayden, Shanti’s extortionately good-looking cousin, also a cop, came strolling in.
It was hard to take my eyes off him, he was that good-looking, but I did when I felt the waves of displeasure beating at me from two sides.
Jayden’s, when his eyes fell on Clarice.
Clarice’s, who, when I checked her out, was glaring at Jayden.
“You,” Jayden said, that one word a huge-ass accusation, of what, I did not know.
“Me,” she drawled.
Jayden looked around, and it was clear he was already in no mood due to Clarice’s presence, but still, he was impressed taking in our sweet conference room/lounge/war room, particularly the kickass pop art portraits of all the Angels on the walls.
His gaze sliced back to Clarice. “You know better.”
“Do I?”
“You kit them with this pimped-out bat cave?” he demanded to know.
“It’s not a bat cave. It’s an Angels’ lair,” Clarice returned.
Oo.
Nice.
Angels’ lair. We had to start using that.
“And no,” she answered him. “I have way better taste than this.”
No shade to our conference room/lounge/war room, because on a certain level, it was tight.
But it was also loud and kind of obvious.
I’d mentioned Clarice’s sweater. She always dressed like she’d just arrived back from Milan.
Thus, I had no doubt she spoke truth.
Tension flowed between them, and on the surface of this, it wasn’t surprising. Her day job when she wasn’t moonlighting as our Bosley was a defense attorney, and a very good one. He was a cop. These twain did not normally meet.
But when I probed at the tension I was feeling and realized it was sexual, I sent wide eyes to Shanti.
Jayden was married. We hadn’t met his wife, but Shanti reported she was extra.
So…what gives with the sexual tension?
