Page 139 of GAF Factor

“Didn’t you just swim through the ocean with a shark fin on your back like a year ago?”

“What’s your point?”

I zipped the bag closed and threw it over my shoulder. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

From my location,I could see them arrive. Everything was in place. All I had to do was make the exchange and all this shit would be over.

“Alright, that’s them,” Dash said, looking through his binoculars.

I slowly turned my head to face him. That’s why I didn’t work with these guys. They were always pointing out the obvious. Rae was fine, but the rest of them—blowing up shit, fighting with umbrellas, throwing knives at people. It was downright uncivilized.

“Don’t follow me.”

I opened the door and got out, grabbing the bag from the back. I slid my sunglasses on as I walked across the tarmac toward the SUV that parked in front of the plane. Three men got out, and from the pictures Rae pulled up, they were exactly the men I wanted to come today. The top brass. The guys who ran shit and knew what was going on. If anyone else had shown up, I’d be screwed.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t alone like I hoped I’d be. Shadows followed me like a bad case of head lice. Fox and Dash each stood behind me, but I knew Rae was out there in the distance covering my ass, which was all I really wanted.

“You got the money?”

“All seven hundred fifty thousand.” I tossed the bag on the ground at their feet and waited for them to retrieve it.

They smirked, but it was the guy on the right who bent forward and retrieved it. Unzipping it, he searched it and nodded. “Looks like it’s all there.”

“Then our business is concluded,” the boss said.

“I don’t want to hear another fucking thing from you, and if Shawn comes to you for any reason, turn him away,” I said pointedly.

“If he comes to us, he’ll get a bullet to the head,” he laughed. “Maybe you could relay that information to him.”

My fingers itched to pull my gun and shoot all three of them, but this needed to be done. I paid them. It was over.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” He tipped his hat and they turned around, heading toward the plane.

“I can’t believe you handed over all that fucking money,” Dash sighed.

“No kidding. I could have gutted them all,” Fox grunted. “I have a new shawarma recipe I want to try.”

“Don’t say that shit,” Dash snapped. “I hate it when you talk like that.”

“You know I don’t actually cook humans.”

I ignored them and watched as the men got on the plane. Now that they were gone, there was nothing more to be done. I turned around and headed back to the minivan, as shitty as it was to drive one.

“Hey! Seriously, can’t we stop them?” Fox shouted. “I can throw a grenade or something!”

“A grenade to stop a plane? Let’s at least go for a rocket launcher or something awesome like that,” Dash argued.

The plane started to taxi down the runway as the guys argued about what was better to take down a plane.

Rae came climbing out of her hiding spot, brushing the dust off her clothes. “I can’t believe you did that. You actually handed over all that money.”

“There wasn’t really a choice.”

“I hope she’s worth it.”

“Worth every fucking penny.”

Fox groaned in the background. “Well, that’s it. There she goes, along with all that mon?—”

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