Page 113 of Stay Toxic

He knew damn well I wouldn’t call him if I saw him.

I’d handle him.

Well…again.

“Sure thing,” I lied.

“You’re not gonna call me, are you?” Haze asked.

“Nope,” I said.

“Guess I hope that I find him before you do, then.” He sighed.

Then he was gone.

Cayden called in the next second, forgoing any conversations, and I placed the phone to my ear.

“Got your drop off. We’re headed to the ports.”

Then Cayden was gone, leaving me with a smile.

Cayden would handle the trash.

Or the fish would.

Not sure which.

I knew one thing, though.

I didn’t fucking care, as long as the motherfucker didn’t show up again.

“He’s quick, isn’t he?” Tibbs asked.

I looked to the youngest brother and said, “Haze is someone that’s been dogging my heels since I got here. He’s fast, all right. And smart. Don’t go anywhere near him if you can help it.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Tibbs smiled. “So, how was your dinner?”

I grinned at him and said, “I’m still hungry for some reason.”

Fuck around and find out.

—new Semyonov family creed

BRECKEN

I was moved into a mini mansion on the lake.

I fully expected to go home with Shasha.

I hadn’t expected to go home with Shasha with all of my stuff already there in his house.

And I do mean all of it.

My apartment was probably bare and already being rented to someone else.

Not that I really minded.

I’d spent a week in the hospital recovering from a broken face—well, it was still broken. There was just nothing that they could do to fix it but monitor me.

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