Page 80 of Unhinged
"Good. Well. Gears, Acid, and Arrow? They're my Kismets."
He whistles. "No shit."
"Yep. They're trying to figure out who’s pushing heroin in their territory. Nikola says he gets it through you. So. Who are you getting it from?"
Franko goes quiet. "Brydge..."
"Franko..."
"New player. Showed up a year or so after you left. Don’t know his real name. Everyone calls him The Father."
I choke on a laugh. "Why?"
"Says he got into the business to find his daughter. PilIs are expensive. I don’t know. I only ever met with his second. Never him."
"Can you come here? Share all that?"
"Why? I just told you."
"Because I want to see the looks on the guys’ faces when they realize I know you."
He chuckles. "When?"
"ASAP." I rub my side, wincing slightly. It's fucking sore where that bitch got me. I'll have to make sure my stitches aren't popped.
"Done. Three days. I’ll ask around. Maybe I can figure out who The Father really is."
"Thanks, Franko."
"Anything for you, Brydge. Candy’s been asking about you, too."
"Bring her. It’s been too long."
I'm about to hang up when his voice stops me.
"Brydge. Last time I saw you, you were leaving town with a plus one."
My throat tightens. "And..."
"I wanna meet Lil' Brydge."
"His name's Judge. And I’ll think about it."
"Fine. See you in three days."
"See you then."
I hang up. My hand stills around the phone. That conversation stirred things I haven’t let myself feel in a long time.
I take a deep breath and step back inside the bar, heading straight back to the door to the warehouse, making sure no one’s the wiser about who I just called. The noise and bustle of the place wraps around me again, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and alcohol.
I move quickly through the space, heading straight to the locker room. I need to get out of the borrowed clothes before whoever I stole them from notices. I strip off the fight gear, slipping back into my jeans and shirt. When I glance at the bandage around my side, I see blood on it, but that’s to be expected after the hit I took. It stings, but I’ll have to change the bandage properly when I get back to the clubhouse.
The office door swings open right as I get back to the bar where I left Nikola’s men. My alphas step out. Gears looks pissed. Acid and Arrow are a little less tense. But all three of them zero in on me.
Arrow walks right up and loops an arm around my waist. "Come on, baby. Let’s go home."
"Okay," I say, softer than I mean to. Because suddenly, I just want out of here.
