Page 52 of Curvy Desire's Second Shot

We didn’t have the manpower or the resources to stop them on our own. Which meant we needed help. And I knew exactly where to start.

“Marco’s not gonna be thrilled to hear from me again,” I said, breaking the silence.

Naomi glanced at me, her brow furrowing. “Why not? He helped us before.”

“Because Marco likes being on the sidelines,” I said. “He doesn’t get involved unless there’s something in it for him.”

She crossed her arms tighter, her jaw setting. “Then we’ll give him something.”

The salvage yardhadn’t changed since the last time we’d been here. Rusted cars and twisted scrap metal were scattered haphazardly across the lot, the whole place bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. Marco was leaning against his car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his expression one of faint amusement.

“Well, well,” he said as we approached. “If it isn’t my favorite troublemakers.”

“Marco,” I said, my tone neutral. “We need your help.”

“Again?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “You two sure know how to keep things interesting.”

Naomi stepped forward, her chin raised. “We don’t have time for games. The Fold is planning an attack, and we need intel.”

Marco’s eyes flicked to her, his smirk widening. “Feisty. I like it.”

“Marco,” I warned, my voice low.

He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Let’s hear it.”

We filled him in quickly,laying out everything we’d seen and overheard at the warehouse. Marco listened carefully, his expression growing more serious with every word.

“That’s a big move,” he said when we finished. “Even for The Fold.”

“They’re desperate,” Naomi said, her voice steady. “And they don’t care who gets hurt.”

Marco nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful. “Makes sense. They’ve been losing ground lately, and a move like this would put them back on top—at least in their eyes.”

“Can you help us or not?” I asked, my patience wearing thin.

“Depends,” Marco said, shrugging. “What’s in it for me?”

Naomi stepped closer, her gaze locking with his. “How about the satisfaction of knowing you helped stop innocent people from getting hurt?”

Marco blinked, clearly taken aback by her directness. Then he chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

“She’s right,” I said, my voice firm. “This isn’t just about us anymore. If The Fold pulls this off, it’s going to get a lot of people killed.”

Marco sighed, taking a long drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the ground. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll give you what I’ve got. But I’m telling you now, going after The Fold directly is a death sentence.”

“We’ll take our chances,” Naomi said, her tone unwavering.

Over the next hour,Marco laid out everything he knew. He marked weak spots on the warehouse map, outlined patrol schedules, and listed the names of a few people who might be willing to help. The intel was good—better than I’d expected—and it gave us a fighting chance.

“They’re not gonna see this coming,” Marco said, his expression grim. “But you better make it count.”

“We will,” I said, meeting his gaze.

Naomi nodded beside me, her determination shining through. And for the first time, I believed we might actually pull this off.

“They’ll never see us coming,” Marco said again, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s make it count.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

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