Page 76 of Last One Standing
“You ordered drugs and guns from Brick. He was holding them and the deal was, he’d ship them out to your cartel buddies. Problem is, your merchandise got destroyed. The whole place got lit up. But because he’s an FBI rat, the agency agreed to help him. The shipment to the cartel will be the FBI’s shit, and as soon as it gets to where it’s going, they, along with a shit-ton of other agencies are going to take apart the cartel. And with all the proof Brick’s been gathering, I doubt it’ll be too long before they come for you as well.”
I glanced at Nick, who nodded.
“Would you like me to send you some proof, Ms. Barbier?”
“Yes,” she practically growled.
“Cameron is sending you an encrypted file. In there is everything you need to know.”
“I wonder, Mr. Fawkes, why it is you’re telling me this. You must have a price—everyone does.”
I chuckled. “As a matter of fact, I do. I came to you with this, first to give you a heads-up simply out of respect. I’m aware of who you are. But mostly, because my group wants to deal with him, and we don’t want your interference.”
“You want your pound of flesh.” She released a breath. “But if what you say is true, so will I.”
“You won’t get busted by the Feds, and your cartel friends won’t get a nasty surprise on delivery day. What I want from you is to stand down.”
Her laughter came out like a chittering sound. “I’m going to want to read this file you sent, and then, I at least demand achance to meet with the Dead Kings to find out what they were thinking, fucking with me.”
“He’s protected by the FBI. You show your face, they’ll swarm you.” While we wanted her out in the open so we could end her as well, I wanted it to sound as if I were protecting her.
“How kind of you to worry. I have a splendid idea.”
I looked over at Nick, who shrugged.
“What’s your idea?”
“Let me read the file, and I will call you at this number. If I agree this has to be dealt with, you and Mr. Ness can be at the meeting I hold, at an undisclosed location. It’s the only deal I’ll make. If you refuse and act upon the Kings, I will see it as an attack on me as well.”
I gritted my teeth, glancing at everyone in the room. Our backs were to the wall on this, so we’d have to make it work.
“Very well.”
“You’ll be hearing from me.” She ended the call, and I slammed my hand against the coffee table.
“Fuck!”
“It’s okay.” Kona squeezed my shoulders.
“New plan?” Four asked.
I nodded. “New plan.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
KONA
Everything was insane.Seriously, how had it all turned into trying not to be killed by some lady kingpin and her cartel and Bratva pets? The MC was scary enough now—adding this into the mix, would it even be possible to walk away from this mess?
I watched as Angel and his brothers broke down how they’d handle a meeting with this mistress of murder. They were calm and collected while it felt like a bunch of rabid bees were swarming under my skin.
Pika sat beside me, some handheld game in his hand, half supporting me and half playing. I wanted to pull Angel out of the room and wrap my body around him. It was all too much.
“When do you think she’ll call?” I asked.
“No one knows; it’s why we’ll need to stay alert.” Angel offered a sympathetic smile my way. He understood I was terrified—I was sure there was no hiding it.
JJ brought me and Pika plates of spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Everyone was eating in the living room. It was big enough, and there were plenty of places to sit and tables to use. My stomach kept rolling, and eating was the furthest thing from my mind. But I didn’t want to insult JJ, so I nibbled.
