Page 43 of Eros
“Sit,” he ordered.
I glared but slowly sat because my fucking ribs were killing me. I touched my torso, and a little bit of blood covered my hand, but I didn’t believe the wound was too deep where he had cut me.
“I’m not saying shit until my lawyer gets here,” I said as they closed the door.
I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. This was so fucked up, and there was no telling what Janea was going through or even if she was alive.
The room they had me in was no larger than eight by ten feet with very low ceilings that made my claustrophobia worse. Thewalls were cinder block painted in a muted gray, and a single buzzing fluorescent light overhead gave the room a more clinical look.
This wasn’t my first time in an interrogation room, and I was sure it wouldn’t be my last. The door swung open and in stepped two men dressed in plain black suits, white shirts, and black ties.
Feds.
I deeply sighed as they took their seats in front of me. “What happened to you, Mr. Kostas?”
I chuckled. “A little misunderstanding.” I sat back in the chair with a wince. “How long is this going to take?”
“That’s up to you, Mr. Kostas. You and Savage Order are looking at Rico charges.”
“Rico?” I laughed. “Then I’m not saying shit without my lawyer present.”
“It’s best that you cooperate with us, or this will get bad for you.”
Before I could respond, the door opened, and in stepped a well-dressed man I’d never seen before.
“And who the hell are you?” one of the Agents asked, and it was a question I wanted to know the answer to.
“Jonathan Ledet.” He closed the door behind him, then reached inside of his blazer coat, pulled out a business card, then handed it to one of the agents.
“Mr. Kostas’ lawyer.”
I masked the surprise moving through me because I had no fucking clue who the hell this man was. Nile Goins got us out of most of our shit as long as I’d been a member. Not this guy.
“Mr. Ledet, we were just having a talk with Mr. Kostas. It’s best for your client if he cooperates with the government.”
“What are you charging my client with?” he asked. “Because by the look of his face, he’s not being treated well, and I’d hateto sue everyone attached to the case with infringing on the civil rights of my client.”
“No one is infringing on his rights Mr. Ledet, I can assure you of that.”
“Charges, Agents,” Mr. Ledet said. “I don’t have all day.”
“As of right now, there are none.”
Mr. Ledet nodded. “Then my client is free to go?”
“He is,” one of the agents said.
“If you need to speak to him again, make sure you call me first.” He faced me. “Let’s go, Mr. Kostas.”
I struggled to stand, then winked at the agents as I walked out behind Mr. Ledet. By the time we reached outside, my entire body was on fire. That motherfucker must have broken a rib.
“What about my brothers?” I asked.
“They are being released as we speak,” he said when he reached for the backdoor of a blacked-out Audi.
“And who are you again?”
He tossed his briefcase inside, then slid into the back seat. “King says get this shit straight and do it fast. If the Feds are coming after you, then they’re coming after all of us. And the Sinners can’t have that. He’ll be in touch.”
