Page 73 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

“But they’d still be walking around?” I asked.

“If you want them to be. Once they have no money, it’ll be a lot easier to get to them.”

“How long will it take to do this? He’s gonna come for me. I’ll need to go into hiding while it’s in process,” I told him. While I didn’t know if he knew where I was, the thought of him knowing had me wanting to grab my gun. I had no problem putting a bullet in him, but I also didn’t want to spend life in prison.

Miles was considered the tech god of Atlanta. Everyone knew him and his kids. Everyone knew the persona they put out into the world. If I did kill him, they’d want my head on a platter.

It wasn’t an option until he wasn’t the big guy around town. Just taking away his money wouldn’t stop him for long.

Miles was cunning and savvy. He might not have his money, but he still had power, at least for a while.

“There would have to be a plan in place for the three of them. They need to ‘disappear,’ and losing all their money could be a good reason,” I told Screech, everything rolling around my brain. Which, if I were a ghost in the night, I’d be able to do. “Why now with the banks?”

I’d been wondering that since he brought this up. We'd talked about the banks before, but there was some kind of a block that Screech couldn’t get through. And he was good at what he did.

“That’s where the contact comes in. They can do it, but once they start, they will not stop.”

“What does he want?” I asked.

“Half of all moneys acquired. You and me as the scape goat if it goes bad.”

“Why should I trust this guy/gal? They could just get all the money and put us behind bars. There’s no reason for him/her to be loyal to us?”

“It’s a huge risk. Anything could go wrong at any time.”

“Screech, you’re throwing spaghetti on the wall and hopin’ it’ll stick. The chances of this working are so small; is it worth the risk?”

Screech shrugged. “It’s the first one that had any possibility.”

“Bottom line, it’s this or nothing.” Because I’d be running for the rest of my life. That life Raid talked about would be gone. Vanished. Poof. If I didn’t do this and try, everything would be over.

“As of right now, yeah. We’ve worked on this for months, trying to get in, and haven’t gotten anywhere.”

I felt my heart shatter in my chest. Raid. If I did this and it went bad, I’d need to disappear and change my identity once again. I’d have to leave him. All those great ideas I had briefly in time would be gone.

Even to be with Raid, I’d have to get rid of my past so it didn’t keep coming back to bite me.

I was in a no-win situation.

“I need to think,” I told Screech. “I just don’t know.”

“They want an answer within twenty-four hours. Or it’s gone.”

“Do you know this person?”

“No. Not much at all.”

“And if it’s a setup?”

“Anything’s a possibility.”

“I’ve gotta go home. I’ll call you in a little bit.”

“You don’t have to do this. We’ll keep searching.”

I got up from the chair and grabbed my bag. Resting my hand on his shoulder, I gave it a squeeze. “Thank you, Screech.”

A heavy weight rested on my shoulders. I was in a no-win situation. Any way I looked at it, I’d never have Raid. Never.

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