Page 45 of Exposed

Her car is still packed to the gills like it was this morning, which preempted me to bring her in today instead of later in the week. I planned to wait it out and see how she’d react to what went down last night with her and Dex.

Colony Park is the shit. How she managed to get a unit in this place, I’ll never know. It’s one of the most sought-after historic buildings in Miami. It might not be on the beach, but the neighborhood is unique. There’s no nightlife which keeps it quiet. Markets, restaurants, and coffee shops line the streets. It looks like something from a movie rather than real life.

Living in this area of Miami comes with a price tag. If Goldie gave up her inheritance and hasn’t landed any jobs, it’s no wonder she took my bait and tried to sneak us into The Pink just to convince me it’s haunted. The woman must be on the edge of desperation.

The sun is setting over the Magic City. Golds, coppers, and pinks give way to the dark of night. I never noticed the sunsets growing up. I had other shit to distract me. There was enough to get used to moving from South Dakota to Florida as a kid. Grasping the beauty of the city, no matter how crowded it is, was not on my radar.

Hell, now that I think about it, I’m not sure I’ve fully appreciated the beauty of it until recently.

Goldie’s unit is on the top floor on the corner overlooking the courtyard. Every blind is shut but every room is lit up like the Fourth of July.

I doubt she’ll take off tonight. I’ll call her first thing in the morning to make sure she won’t ditch me. She signed the confidential informant contract, but that doesn’t mean I can make her do shit or tell me anything. That’s up to her, even though I plan to compensate her well.

I have a feeling very few people have the kind of dirt on Carter that she does. The fact she was willing to walk away from half ofher father’s estate and the potential revenue it will bring in for the rest of her life, is telling.

And she did it for her own safety.

Goldie Carter might be alone and out of options, but she’s smart.

She was in over her head. Hell, I’m surprised she didn’t leave Miami the first time Dex threatened her.

Because his threats are not empty. I saw it three years ago when I was close to throwing his ass in prison. Wherever he goes, he leaves death and anguish in his wake.

A shadow moves through her unit behind the blinds.

I can’t sit here all night. I’ll be dead in the morning and Lake will kill me. At some point, I’m going to have to trust that Goldie’s word is as good as her name.

I put my car in drive and wait for traffic to clear before I pull away from the road.

That’s when a black Corvette swings into the private parking lot of Colony Park. It looks less out of place than Goldie’s old sedan.

“What the fuck,” I mutter and put it right back into park. I grab my cell and dial Micah.

I think it’s going to go to voicemail when he finally answers. “You’re a needy asshole this weekend, Jennings. Have I not done enough for you today?”

In the interest of time, I do not tell him to fuck off and get to it. “I’m sitting outside Goldie’s building to make sure she keeps her word and doesn’t run off into the sunset.”

“If I didn’t know that you have no life, I’d think you were a stalker,” he mutters as I hear a baby squeal in the background.

I watch the driver of the Vette climb the stairs and make his way to the end unit. Miami is too big for this to be a coincidence.

I put my car in drive and gun it, pulling in front of traffic and cut across two lanes to pull into the lot. I park as far away from theVette as I can. “I might not have a life, but Goldie’s could be cut short soon if I don’t intercede.”

That gets his attention. “What the hell?”

“One of Dex Carter’s soldiers just pulled in and is about to knock on Goldie’s door. I’m going in and wanted to let someone know.”

Micah lowers his voice. “You mean in case there’s a shootout at Colony Park on the news tonight, I’ll know to check in on you?”

I put him on speaker so I can pull up a text string before glancing up. The asshole is banging on her door. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Call a unit to drive by and back you up. I’m over forty minutes from you and Brax is at least thirty.”

“There’s no time, Micah.”

I pull up Goldie’s number and shoot her a text.

Me – This is King. Or Daniel. Your fiancé. Is your door locked?

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