Page 50 of Bound By Redemption
I tucked the cash on the inside of my jeans. “Nah, I’m good.”
“Fuck, how much do ya have in there?” Ryker asked, leaning forward in the seat as I slammed down the console, hearing it click.
“Enough to get by.”
“Right. Twenty grand just in your fuckin’ truck,” Jacks clipped.
“Never know when shit’ll happen.” Swinging out of the SUV, I made my way to the door and through it.
“How may I help you?” The woman sitting at the small desk was filing her nails, but stopped at the sight of me. “I can help you…” she said breathlessly.
“Apartment Seven-o-three. Need to know how much to get them out of their lease.”
Her brow quirked. “You’re cute, honey, and I’m sure I’d know if you lived in seven-o-three.”
“My girlfriend, her sister, and my kid lived there. They’re not comin’ back. Need to know how much to get them out of their lease.”
“You know there’s a clause in the lease that it’s an extra grand just for leaving early.” The woman grabbed a pen, putting the cap in her mouth and trying her damnedest to be seductive. Maybe once upon a time, it would get me. Now. Not a fucking chance.
“Don’t care. How much?”
She eyed me for several long minutes, clicked on her computer, and gave me the price. I added on five grand. Pointing to it, I said, “That’s for any damages and for you not to contact the police.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
I set another five grand down. “That’s just for you.”
Her eyes widened at the money.
“All you have to do is make sure it gets cleaned up and no questions are asked. Can you do that?”
Her hand darted out to the money, covering it. “You got it.”
“You see anyone suspicious around there?”
There were no video cameras so I was thinking the answer was no, but it was worth a shot.
“Nope.”
“Thanks.” I turned and left, knowing that my girls would never be returning to this place again. Now, the hard part would be telling Ensley.
Since the box truck already had a jump on us, I jumped in the SUV and headed to the clubhouse.
17
Ensley
A large whitebox truck pulled into the clubhouse, moving close to the block building we were staying in. It pulled out about thirty minutes after Micah had left. For some strange reason, I thought it was for him, but I shook my head. My instincts were telling me something wasn’t right. Only I couldn’t figure the purpose for it out.
They didn’t have to be connected. There were so many weird things going on that each item was appearing to get jumbled in my brain.
Remy was over playing with Chandler. Those two were inseparable, and I could hear her laughing from the playground. I loved that for her, having a playmate. It reminded me of when Katie and I were young. Playing with our siblings, but we were also in charge of the younger ones.
Made me wonder if I really had a childhood or was I a mom when I was still a child?
Katie had it worse, being the oldest. She started cooking at age five, and I remembered her feeding our younger siblings. She did it stoically, almost like rote each and every day.
Ten minutes later, Micah’s SUV pulled in, and my heart stopped. Instead of driving his truck into the basement of where we were staying, he parked it in the lot. That should’ve been my first clue that something wasn’t right. He’d parked in the basement every time he was here.
