Page 59 of Sticks and Stones
When Tank was killed, he should have had the common sense to get the fuck out of employment with Javier. That should have been his deciding factor that he was expendable.
Only, the money had been damn good.
“You have nothing to worry about. I spoke to the DA. I’m in the clear. They need me to roll on Javier.”
She gasped.
“Is that a good idea? You know how he is,” she admitted.
Oh, he was well aware.
“I’m being transferred to somewhere safe, and then, I’ll testify. It kills me that I have to be away from you and the kids. I’d do anything to be home.”
She wanted him there, but at what cost? Javier’s attorney had stopped by their home, and delivered a message.
“He said he’d get you off if you were loyal.”
Diesel was honest.
“Baby, I’m in some serious shit. The Feds have me dead to rights, and if I don’t roll, I’m never seeing the light of day again. They’re making an example out of me as a warning to anyone who works for Javier.”
She sniffled.
“Oh, don’t cry, Baby. I’ll be okay. I’m watching my back here. I’ll be home before you know it. You just love those kids for me. Okay?”
She would.
“I love you, Willie,” she said, using his nickname she had for him.
“And I love you too, Baby. See you soon, okay?” he asked, waiting for her.
“Absolutely. I’ll be here waiting for you.”
That was all he had to hear.
Then, he hung up.
As he walked back to his cell, he was thinking about what they were going to do when he got out of there.
The answer?
Move.
Maybe he could get into witness protection if he told them about the tax evasion, all of his secret money stashes, and anything regarding him pimping out underage boys.
Yeah, that might get him covered.
What he needed was an escape.
Willis Finch was taking his family and leavingPhiladelphiafor someplace safe. They had a small piece of property out of state, and his plan was to go there to regroup if witness protection wasn’t available.
He’d build them a home with his bare hands, and they’d start to live on the straight and narrow.
What choice did he have?
He hoped his wife understood that money was now not an option. They’d have to survive on what they had stashed away.
That was the cold, hard truth of the matter.
