Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Several more of the guys seem to have left. I haven’t seen Shadow and Itchy for a while, and some of the other guys have been absent as well. I have no clue where they are, and I know it’s none of my business, so I don’t even ask.
I’ve gone grocery shopping with Rose, and as much as I despise stepping foot in any type of store, I’m grateful for the distraction. I also feel a little useful, so I never turn down anyone asking for help. I’ve even started watering the plants we planted out front twice a day to attempt to keep them alive.
Emmalyn seems to have forgotten them in her quest to find a new hobby.
My greatest joy though is the hours Kid and I text back and forth. He says all he’s doing is watching some building, and it’s boring as hell, but he won’t give me any more information than that. I know he’s in Vegas, but that’s it.
We don’t text about the future, other than his request for me to sleep in his arms, with the promise, of course, to keep my hands to myself. We text about random things; TV shows, social media, and some of the people he’s seen while sitting and working.
It’s so easy to talk to him, almost natural, and I can’t wait for him to get back so we can do it face to face.
Chapter 26
Kid
Bryan and I realized very quickly that we just couldn’t grab Aviana from the SINdicate. They know about her living in Tampa since they grabbed her from her apartment and hauled her back here. If we just take off with her, they will either track her down again, or she’ll have to run for the rest of her life.
Bryan decided he was going to do his best to somehow get within the organization. The idea sounds stupid as hell to me, especially without more backup, but this is his deal. I don’t know of one mob-like organization that will just allow some outsider to get inside. If they do, they aren’t as sophisticated as some of the other mobs I’ve seen.
Bryan made me swear that when the guys from the SINdicate came to get him that I’d let it happen. He thinks when they take him, he can somehow finagle a way into their organization. I honestly think he’s just crazy and know he may be facing certain death.
I got a rental car yesterday so we can keep an eye on both the entrance and the exit. This makes day two of just watching people come and go. They seem to always use the rear exit which is great, but we can’t take the chance of missing someone if they decide to take a different route.
The longer I sit and wait, the more concerned I am about Bryan going in to get his girl.
I tap my fingers on the steering wheel and bite the bullet. Two and a half rings and I’m connected to Shadow.
“What’s up, man?” he asks.
“Are you seriously just going to let this guy head into the SINdicate with no other eyes on the situation?” I hear Shadow pull the phone away from his ear and say something to another person in the room with him.
“You know we’d never do that,” he says eventually. “Snatch and Itchy are in Tampa right now trying to get whatever info they can gather. She was taken from in front of her apartment. Shittiest part of Tampa you could imagine.”
“Have they found anything?” If there is anything to be found, Snatch is the one who will locate it. He’s beyond the expert level at getting people to talk, disclosing information they didn’t even realize they knew.
“We know that the only branch of this organization is in Vegas. They tracked her dad there and took Aviana for collateral. We’ve just started looking into it, but we should know in a few days exactly what we’re facing.”
“Bryan is hell bent on getting inside. I think it’s the worst idea possible.”
“We need the intel. At this point, I don’t see another way. This is the fastest, and if her dad has had a limited time to repay the money, we may already be on borrowed time,” Shadow explains.
“He wants me to just let them take him when they come for him.”
“Then you let them. He can handle himself. He’s trained just like you and me.”
I laugh at that ridiculousness. “He was in the Army. He’s not a Marine.”
Shadow laughs at this. We’ve had this disagreement more than once. “I don’t know about you young ones. When will you give up on the notion that one branch is better than the other? I’ve met several very talented Army men.”
I’ve heard it all before. Am I an elitist? Probably.
“We’ll talk more later,” I tell him when I see that I have an incoming call from Khloe.