Page 49 of Vigilante
I bark out a laugh. “You’re too fucking nosey to ignore my calls, asshole. I need a favor.” I can hear his eyes roll through the phone, even though the action doesn’t make a sound.
“Of course you do. What is it?”
“Think you can hack into the no-fly list and remove some names for me?”
He’s silent for a beat, but after a few seconds, I hear the buttons on his keyboard begin to click. “I take it it’s done?”
“Of course.”
“But you got caught?”
“No, they think it was Rocco.”
“Ha!” He guffaws. “That ingrate couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper bag, let alone kill someone.” I smile at his words before he begins talking again. “Okay, I’m in.”
“I need both Rocco and me taken off, plus two other names.”
“Max,” he sighs. “What did you do? Better yet,whodid you do?”
“Julia Canon and Natasha Ryan.”
“Which one?”
“Which one what?”
He snorts, “Which one have you been balls deep in?”
I clear my throat.
“I’m asking because I have both their pictures up on my screen, anddamn,they’re fucking hot.”
“Damon, you might be my best friend, but believe me when I say I’ll tear your throat?—”
“Alright,” he begins tapping away. “You need flights?”
“Yes, 4.”
“I can’t believe you’re bringing two women home with you. You know your mother is going to have a field day with this shit, right?”
My mother is going to be over the moon. She’s been hounding me about settling down for as long as I can remember. It will be a surprise, obviously.
“WHAT!”
I hear Tasha shriek from the other side of the cabin and smirk. Julia obviously told her what’s happening. We weren’t leaving Tasha here. Rocco wouldn’t allow it. The man’s got it bad after just one fuck. I can’t say I blame him.
“Max!” Tasha calls from behind me, and I spin on my heel to face her. “You better explain your?—”
I hold up my finger, hushing her as Damon begins to speak. “Alright, so I got you cleared from the system, but it won’t take the cops long to realize all four of your names are gone.So, I suggest you get your shit and get to LaGuardia as soon as possible. The tickets will be waiting for the four of you at the front desk. Ask for Maria,” he clears his throat, “she’ll be expecting you.”
“Alright, thanks. I owe you.”
“You owe me a fucking shit load, and when you’re back in Sicily, I’m claiming the IOUs.”
I don’t get a chance before the line goes dead. Being indebted to one of my longest-standing friends isn’t the worst thing that could happen. Pocketing my phone, I take a seat on the couch. Tasha has her arms crossed, glaring at me with narrowed eyes. Julia stands beside her, desperately trying to hide the smirk written all over her beautiful face.
“What was it you wanted to talk about, Tasha?”
CHAPTER 30
