Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Great legs, though,” Crank comments.
Poe huffs a soft laugh. “Fuck yeah they are.”
My cheeks heat in embarrassment, but considering my dreams last night, flashing a little leg doesn’t seem so scandalous.
I pick up the familiar scent of coffee seeping through the door. Obviously I don’t do drugs, but I could kill for a cup of my own.
“But does it fucking matter?” Crank again. “I like her, so you won’t hear shit out of me if you say let her go and look the other way, but when people list shit like this on the boards, it’s because they can’t or don’t want to do things out in the open. We don’t expect to get the full story. We just do the job and we don’t ask questions.”
“We could walk away. Look, the elephant in the fucking room is that we’re only here because it seemed like a straight forward job. I don’t really give a shit how she ended up with the money, but people will kill for a lot less than a million,” Poe points out.
“Are we in or out?” Savage asks.
“Out,” Crank votes after a pause that makes me want to throw up.
Poe grunts. “Out.”
Yes! I’m grinning ear to ear. They believe me! Or at least, they believe me more than my uncle.
“So we what? Take the cut she offered and let her go?” Savage asks. “If this was a private job, we’d take it to Hellfire and see if he agrees there’s been enough bullshit to break the contract, but this is an open bounty. We haven’t promised anyone shit. The only ones that know we’re involved are Eddy and his crew, and they’re not going to say shit or they’d have to admit to getting their asses kicked. But the girl’s still fucked.”
My grin disappears.
He continues, “Until her uncle drops the job, people are gonna keep coming. And if it’s the money he’s really after, the reward’s gonna keep going up. Eventually, someone’s gonna drag her sweet ass back to him. When that happens, she’s gonna talk. Shit, even if she tries to keep us out of it, you really think that girl in there is going to hold up to the kind of pressure they’ll put on her to find out where the rest of the money went?”
Do I take a little pleasure in having my ass called sweet by a man who doesn’t know I’m listening? Yeah, a little. But having it followed right up with wondering how I’d respond to torture? I curl up, wanting to hide under the covers forever.
“Safest thing to do is put the bag in the room with her and be gone before she wakes up,” Poe suggests. “It’s a lot of dough to walk away from, but it comes with strings and we don’t know who’s holding the other end. Better to keep the club in the clear. At the end of the day, it’s her fucking mess.”
“Safest for us, but it feels really fucking shitty.” Crank sounds frustrated.
They’re right.
Every single thing they’ve said is right.
I’m screwed no matter what they do, and the only reason I have even a sliver of hope right now is because I was lucky enough to be found by the three of them. If they’d showed up even a few hours later, I’d be in Eddy’s not-so-loving hands. I wouldn’t even blame them for walking away.
Unless…
I sit up in bed, doing my best to arrange things so I’m not flashing anyone. “Guys? Hello?”
“Shit,” Savage curses under this breath. “One sec.”
They come into my room and turn on the lights. I blink away the temporary blindness and take them in. Poe is still shirtless. His hair is wet and slicked back, and his golden skin is still damp from the shower. Crank leans against the doorframe, a massive to-go cup in his hand from a coffeehouse in one hand and a breakfast sandwich in the other. Savage is shirtless as well, with a towel slung over his shoulder.
He crosses the room to me and takes my arm, holding it carefully as he unlocks the handcuffs. He rubs my wrist and hand, checking me over. His fingers are rough but his touch is gentle. “Everything feel okay? No numbness? Pins and needles?”
I shake my head. “No. I yanked on it a couple times and it wasn’t exactly comfy, but it’s fine.”
He nods. “Go use the bathroom. We have to talk.”
Remembering what they said about my legs and butt, I rush to the bathroom, showing off just a teeny tiny bit and not quite sure how to feel about the little flutter it gives me. Once I’m washed up and changed into jean shorts and a tank top, I feel a lot more ready to deal with whatever is about to happen. The guys are spread out in the room, Savage in a chair, Poe on the edge of the other bed, and Crank sitting on the top of the dresser as he finishes his coffee.