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“Levi’s best friend…or who used to be her best friend.”

“If you know that, then you probably know the whole shit story. She’s clean, but she’s not ready to come back to the MC. We’ve gotten close, not like old lady close, but I’m trying to be her friend. She doesn’t have anyone she can go to. I’ve been letting her crash at Indulgence. Bullet doesn’t know.”

“Go. Take care of her. I’m fine here. The MC is full of people.”

“Bullet trusts me. I gave my fucking word.”

“Then hurry back. If Kiss is in trouble, Bullet would want you to help her. It’s what he does.”

Blue glanced to his phone again. “I can probably get there, grab her, and be back in less than an hour.” He reached into his pocket and counted bills. “I should have enough to get her a motel for a night.”

I opened my drawer and grabbed a few bills I’d stashed so I wouldn’t have to get on the floor to pull baggies out from under the dresser. “Take this.”

“I can’t.”

“Consider it me paying it forward. Help her the way Bullet helped me.”

Bullet

Thirty minutes ago, Barras had pulled out of the parking structure. I stuffed another cigarette between my lips, cupped the flame of my lighter with my palm, and inhaled.

“Jesus Christ.” How long did Kodiak need to get his socialite off and knock her out?

I sat on my bike around the corner from Barras’s penthouse. I’d seen Kodiak fuck like a machine. I understood enjoying your work, but he needed to hurry the fuck up. I needed inside the gate of the parking structure, and I needed her vehicle positioned for cover when I intercepted Barras.

Vega was outside Tuscany. The girls would enter the restaurant after Barras for a better chance of catching his attention. I checked the time. They could be halfway through their appetizers by now.

I couldn’t risk texting Kodiak. Hopefully, his date was on her way to dreaming of his dick rather than riding it.

My phone pinged with a text.

Vega: ETA on Barras. Are we positive on the reservation time?

With my cigarette clamped between my lips, I replied.

Bullet: 100%

Vega: He’s not here.

Ten seconds later, he followed up with another text.

Vega: I’m going inside the restaurant. Maybe I missed him.

If Barras wasn’t at the restaurant, where the fuck was he? The guy didn’t have a routine. Except Thursday night at eight at Tuscany. I squinted my eyes as I glanced up and down the street. Just because he wasn’t at the restaurant, didn’t mean we couldn’t still intercept inside the parking structure.

Vega: Confirmed. He’s not here.

Bullet: Send the girls to the MC.

Vega: Do you want me to stay here?

I drew on the cigarette, exhaled two long streams of smoke from my nostrils, and considered my options. How long did a restaurant hold a table? For me, they wouldn’t. Barras was connected, and he had a standing reservation. Then why would he be late?

If Barras missed his dinner reservation, he could roll around the corner now, or I could be sitting in this fucking parking garage all night waiting for him.

Bullet: Head my direction.

We might have to take Barras the hard way.

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