Page 129 of Not A Gentleman


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Irish Mob leader Sean O’Sullivan and underboss, Dario O’Neal, found dead downtown.

Okay, so I hadn’t been seeing things on my phone.

I showed it to him.

It was a video of the live feed of a crime scene where two distinct body bags were laid out on the streets of downtown Arkansas.

Gentry’s phone rang, and he answered it absently. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Van said. “You catch the news?”

Gentry and I blinked at each other. “Sure did.”

“Good. I’ll be there by Friday.”

Then he hung up.

Gentry pushed his phone back into his pocket.

“Earlier, Van asked if he could move into your RV.”

I nodded. “Of course.”

“There’s that bunk in there for Dean. And for now, we think it’d be best to be close just in case.”

I nodded. “That’s perfect.”

“He’ll be home in two days. He said he’s cleaning out his apartment now.”

“Good,” I breathed. “Do you think it was him?”

Gentry looked back at the screen where the ticker at the bottom of the screen said “Chaos in Arkansas.”

“I think that he’s a fucking badass, and if anyone could get rid of Dario O’Neal and Sean O’Sullivan and get away with it, it’d be him.”

Squeals of laughter had us staring out into the backyard where Dean threw the ball again for Neo, who tore across the yard in the snow and skidded before pushing it back to Dean with his nose.

“Everyone is healing,” I found myself saying.

Gentry curled his arm around my shoulder before saying, “So we are.”

I leaned my head against his chest as I said, “What’s next for us, Gentry?”

His arm squeezed me in tighter before he said, “I guess we could move in together. Seeing as you’re being kicked out of the RV.”

I snorted. “I’ve been practically living with you for weeks now, Gentry.”

He chuckled. “So you have.”

Dean laughed and barreled into the house, heading for the fridge where he yanked it open and pulled out a Capri Sun.

He shoved the straw into the middle instead of through the top and sucked it down.

I looked at Gentry and said, “He totally learned that from you.”

Gentry shrugged.

Then we both held our breath as Neo walked inside as if he’d done it every day of his life.