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“You have no idea.”
We walked into the building and took in the few cots against the far wall. It wasn’t much, just as FNG had said, but it would get us through the night. My muscles ached as I slid onto the bed, letting out a bone-weary sigh. It felt like forever since I had last taken a day to just relax.
“I’ve got watch,” FNG said, tossing a bag at Thumper. “Those should fit you.”
He caught them, digging through them immediately. “Oh, sweet Jesus. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see pants and a t-shirt. This is like fucking Christmas.”
I chuckled, letting my eyes droop closed.
“Wake me in three hours.”
“Sure, boss,” FNG said as I drifted off to sleep.
19
CASH
Something twistedme out of the deep sleep I’d been in, reminding me I wasn’t at home and this was not a safe place. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I spotted FNG sitting by the door, keeping an eye out through the window.
Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I stretched the ache in my back and stood with a yawn. “Anything?”
“It’s all quiet,” FNG answered, not bothering to look at me. “You should be sleeping.”
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked at my watch, surprised to find that five hours had passed. “That’s the longest I’ve slept in…” Fuck, I couldn’t even remember how long it had been. “You should have woken me up.”
He shrugged, taking a sip of something from his mug.
“Is that coffee?”
“There’s a pot over there,” he said, pointing with the mug toward the counter.
I was too lazy to walk over there and instead swiped the mug from his grip just as he was about to take another sip.
“Hey! I was drinking that.”
I grunted, taking a nice gulp. “And now I am.”
“That’s just mean.”
“Well, get used to it,” I answered, taking a seat. “Fuck, I’m sore.”
Pain shot through my neck as I rubbed the crick that had formed sometime over the past few hours. Sleeping rough was not new to me, but I hadn’t lived like this regularly in a long time.
“You know, you’re lucky I didn’t spit in that,” he muttered, getting up to grab another mug of coffee. After pouring his own, he strode back over, leaning against the wall as he stared out the window.
“You know we’re putting him in danger.”
FNG didn’t bother looking at me. “I never would have brought you here if I thought Giorgi would be hurt. Trust me on that.”
“My life isn’t exactly filled with people I can trust right now,” I muttered.
This time, his gaze snapped toward me. “And whose fault is that?”
“I’m not getting into this right now,” I sighed.
“Why not? We’re here in the middle of the night with nothing better to do. So, tell me, why the fuck would you run off to take down whoever the fuck you’re after without so much as asking for some fucking help?”
“I did!” I snapped, my eyes moving to where Thumper snored on his cot. Lowering my voice, I turned back to FNG. “I did ask for help.”
