Page 16 of The Greek's Retribution

“Yeah,” I reply as I get up, then go over to the chair where the duffle bag Zar brought was at. Reaching inside I pull out a burner phone Tech had rigged not to be traced.

Going back over to the table, I hand Sabre the phone. “Put it on speaker.”

“Okay,” she whispers as she starts entering in her parents number, then put it on speaker.

“Hello?” her father’s deep voice answers on the third ring.

“Hey, Daddy,” Sabre greets trying to sound normal.

“Sabre, girl where in the Hell are you? Your brothers have been looking all over for you,” he shouts. He must have put his phone on speaker as well because there is loud movement in the background with muffled voices. “Shhhh,” he says to whoever’s there.

Sabre looks over at me and I encourage her to keep talking. “Well, let them know I’m fine and they can stop looking.”

“Where are you at so I can have them come pick you up. We need to talk about somethings.”

I motion my head, indicating to her not to tell him.

“That won’t be necessary, Daddy. I just wanted to call to let you know I’m fine,” Sabre states.

“Damn it Sabre, you need to bring your ass here ASAP,” her father screams into the phone. “Are you with that white boy? Your brother’s told me he and his friends pulled guns on them.”

She frowns at the phone. “First of all, he’s not white, he’s Greek. Second, did my brothers tell you that they brought a head of the Santiago Cartel to my house? Did they tell you they are looking for me because I witnessed the guy kill Assistant District Attorney Bowers and Greg’s ass was right there, watching the whole thing?”

“What the fuck, Greg?” Joshua booms.

“Man look. You want to keep doing these little nickel and dime jobs, well I’m done with that. I’m moving on to bigger and better things,” Greg boasts.

Sabre cuts her eyes at me, then rolls them. Suddenly, they grow big as she holds her finger up to me. “Greg, let me ask you something.”

“You can ask me whatever when you get here,” he grumbles.

“No, I’ll ask it now. Did you tell Santiago I was a real estate agent and is that why he reached out to me?”

I give her a thumbs up. That question never crossed my mind.

There is silence until Joshua pushes him, “Well?”

“Yeah, I told him about you. I figured you could use the business. Actually, it would’ve been a win-win for the both of us, you make some money and I look good in front of my new boss, but you fucked that up,” Greg snarls.

Her father jumps in, “Sabre, Greg told me what happened and he says his boss only wants to talk to you. Now, if you don’t come back, this could go bad for all of us.”

“Sabre, don’t come back here! He is not going to just talk to you, he is going to kill you,” Joshua yells.

“Motherfucker,” we hear Greg say before what sounds like punches being exchange echo through the speaker.

“You see what you’ve started, Sabre? You need to come home and fix this. I won’t have my boys fighting over your selfish ass,” her father growls before the line goes dead.

Sabre tosses the phone on the table, then glances at me. “I’m ready to go to Dallas.”

A few hours later, Dr. Abrahams comes into the room, stating he’s releasing Sabre but under the conditions, she had to take a week off from work to recuperate, no strenuous lifting, and to make sure she got plenty of rest. Sabre smiles as I ensure Dr. Abrahams that I will make sure she follows his instructions.

As we wait for the nurse to bring in Sabre’s discharge papers, Mother and Karisa comes in with their luggage and bags for Sabre.

“Sabre, I hope you don’t mind but I picked you up some things,” Karisa says, sitting the bags on the bed.

“Not at all, thank you,” Sabre returns, looking through the bags. “I promise I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t worry about it. Xander slipped me his credit card before we left last night,” Karisa states, winking at her.

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