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“They robbed a Philadelphia club that belongs to DiLustro.”
“They fucking what?” I barked.
Quinn chuckled weakly. “Are the girls stealing again?”
Despite the fucked up situation, I smiled because if Quinn had energy to chuckle, I knew he’d pull through.
“They hijacked their armored vehicle,” Alexei clarified, his voice monotone, like he was discussing the weather.
“Fuck. Goddamn fuck.”
“I’ll call Nico and ask him to wipe out surveillance and any evidence of them,” I added.
“All done,” Alexei assured. “Nico took care of the casino surveillance. Sasha took care of the gas station and eliminated the witnesses.”
“Gas station? What did they do to the gas station? Blow it the fuck up?” Fuck, did I even want to know? “What the fuck are they doing now? Burning a motherfucking city down?”
Alexei’s emotionless voice came through. “They are trying to push a stolen truck into the river.”
They had gone too far. Twenty-one year old girls should not be planning heists and destroying properties.
“Get them.” I had let them get away with too much already.
“There is one of me and four of them.”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of them,” I scoffed. “Four girls freshly out of college. They see you and they’ll shit their pants.”
Alexei didn’t miss a beat. “I won’t manhandle them and scare my sister-in-law.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I grumbled. “I have a bleeding man here. I don’t care how you do it, just get them here.”
“Fine,” he acknowledged. “Sasha is in this area killing someone. I’ll have him scare them.”
“Sounds like women-troubles?” Luca mused, once I hung up.
“You have no fucking idea.”
CHAPTER51
Davina
“H-holy fucking shit,” I stammered, watching the truck slowly sink into the Delaware river. It was almost ten at night but we didn’t need any of the flashlights we packed. The full moon glowed soft light over the river, allowing us to see very well.
“You can say that again,” muttered Wynter.
“Holy fucking shit,” Juliette repeated.
The money was now all piled in the Jeep. We’d be crammed in for the rest of the drive to the dorm, but we had enough to buy ten properties. Probably in the range between twenty and forty million, by just eyeballing it.
“Holy fucking shit,” I muttered again. Because what else could I possibly say.
The four of us stood in the cool of the late spring night. The truck was almost fully submerged. And out of nowhere, Wynter chuckled softly. “This is the part where the Bluetooth picked up a phone call inGood Girls.”
Juliette groaned. “Wyn, you’re weird.”
She shrugged. “It’s a good weird.” She smiled softly. “At least that’s what I hear.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Juliette teased her.
