Page 48 of Fletch

“Just go,” I snap, keeping my back to her.

“I’ll call.”

“Don’t fucking bother. Whatever this was, it’s done.” I head back inside, slamming the door hard in her face.

“Shit, brother, she looks gutted,” says Nyx, staring out the window.

“We need a new plan. I’m done.”

“Bullshit. We can’t just change the plan.”

I glare at him. “Why are you so bothered? Are you that desperate to get in her pants?”

He smirks, and it makes me want to smash his face in. “Don’t you wanna crush her, Fletch, after what she’s just done?”

I scrub my hands over my face. “I have a kilo of powder in the roof tiles,” I almost whisper.

His eyes widen. “What the fuck?” he growls, glancing nervously behind me. “Axel told you to clear all your shit up. He told everyone.”

“I know,” I hiss. “It was a last-minute thing, and I didn’t expect her to come here.”

“You fucking idiot. Get rid of it, now.”

“I can’t,” I snap. “What if they’re watching us? They’ll know we’re spooked and expect us to make a move.”

“Axel will break your jaw for this bullshit,” he yells, storming back into the office.

My phone rings out and I pull it from my pocket to see Gemma’s name flashing. I cancel the call. A second later, a text message comes through.

Snap: You’re damn lucky I didn’t bring dogs with me today. Whatever you’re hiding, get rid of it now.

I stare at the text until Nyx returns a few minutes later. “Axel is going off his head. He’s calling church.”

“She knows,” I mutter, turning the phone to him so he can read the text message.

“Church,” he barks, pulling the shutters down.

Axel paces the spot behind his chair. It’s a sure sign he’s pissed, and when he fixes his dark, angry eyes on me, I almost choke on the air that’s threatening to suffocate me. “I’m sorry,” I begin. It was the wrong thing to say, and he slams his fist into my jaw, almost knocking me off my chair. “Shit,” I hiss, shaking my head and cupping my chin.

The rest of the brothers keep their eyes downcast as he goes back to pacing.

“Nyx said you got a text,” says Grizz.

I give a slight nod and produce my phone. He reads it and shows Axel. “You’re a stupid idiot, you know that,” Duke tells me. “You think any of us are happy about putting shit on hold?”

“I forgot it was there,” I mutter feebly.

“Damn, brother, are you that loaded that you can stash a kilo and forget about it?” sneers Grizz.

“I fucked up,” I admit. “I’m sorry.”

“This warning,” says Axel, sliding my phone back to me, “you think she’s watching the place so you move it and then she can swoop in?”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

“When are you next seeing her?” asks Grizz.

“Never. I’m done with her,” I tell him.

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