Page 32 of My End
“I can’t,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m in too deep to stop now.”
It wasn’t just about the mission anymore.
It was Tilly.
“You’re not hearing me,” Dice snapped. “The Banachi are going to fucking kill you.”
“I’m not leaving. Not yet.”
Footsteps echoed behind me. Voices.
Shit.
I cupped my hand to the receiver and turned.
Boone and Gibbs.
Their suits were crisp, their smug expressions intact.
“I have to go,” I muttered.
“No, wait, Stretch—”
“Keep the Banachi off my ass,” I cut him off. “You know me, Dice. Don’t call this number again. I’ll call if I need you.”
I ended the call and shoved the burner deep into my pocket.
Boone and Gibbs passed without so much as a glance, their conversation low.
I kept my face blank and nodded when Boone glanced my way.
I trailed behind them until they disappeared into the room at the end of the hall. Boone didn’t bother closing the door behind him.
Adam appeared with a large covered tray balanced expertly in his hands. “They in the den?”
“Not sure what room that is,” I said and nodded to the open door.
“That’s the den.” He smiled and moved past me. He set the tray down on the table just inside the room. I could hear the clink of silverware and low murmurs.
They were talking, but not loud enough.
I needed to get closer. I needed to hear every goddamn word.
I moved to the doorway, and my mind was spinning.
How in the hell did Yarder and the club get connected with the Banachi? They were big time. Way bigger than Boone and his political ratfuck games, I thought.
If the Banachi were involved, shit was going to get bloody. Fast.
I knew the club could handle themselves, but this was different. This was war.
And me?
I was caught in the middle, still undercover.
Still just inches away from the real dirt I needed to bring Boone and Gibbs down.
I couldn’t help but also think about Tilly.
