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“Good. And I’m also keepin’ these panties for my collection.”
My eyes widen. “Brew?—”
“Not gonna clean you up either.” He bends to my ear, tugging my lobe as he finally pulls out of me. I feel him dripping down my thighs. “You can wear this for the rest of the day knowin’ where I’ve been.”
I open my mouth, but no sound escapes.
He laughs. “That’s right,Sparky,I tried to warn you.”
I think we went hurtling past complicated.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Brew
24 hours earlier
“What the fuck, G?” Bane paces as his brother tries to reason with him. “You fucked up, brother, you fucked up big time.”
“Like I said,” Gareth interjects. “It isn’t what it looks like. I might be broke, but I’m no liar.”
I fold my arms over my chest, unimpressed. “Sure you didn’t just give us names and addresses to save your own hide?”
“If that were true, you’d have killed me by now.”
He isn't wrong. It’s only because of Cash’s orders that we’re still standing here, out of a courtesy to Bane. The last thing Prez wants is upsetting the apple cart when it comes to the Ridgehaven Hellions. It sucks but there isn’t much I can do about it. If I worked alone, he’d be at the bottom of the bayou by now.
“Prospects say nobody has been to or from that house since they arrived,” Cash says. I can see he’s on the fence too with believing Gareth’s testimony. “It’s likely there’s nobody at that address, or they got wind of your betrayal.”
“That’s the location,” he maintains. “I was working to try and stop an abduction at the station, you saw the footage.”
I can’t deny that that is what it looked like, still, do I trust this asshole? No fucking way.
“If you’re yankin’ my chain,” Cash warns. “Not even your brother is gonna be able to save you.”
“I told you before,” Gareth pleads. “I heard Brew and Haze were the ones to talk to in this city. Fuck knows I can’t do this myself. The authorities don’t care. I get Callaghan is cleanin’ up the city, but that takes time. There are still corrupt cops in the force no matter how good the pretty boy Mayor is.”
“Watch your tongue,” Cash warns. “That’s my son you’re talkin’ about.”
“What he meant was, he’s been an asshole and he’s beggin’ for leniency, he’s also not lyin’, right, G?” Bane cocks a brow at his younger brother.
“I wouldn’t involve you if I was lyin’, or didn’t want an end to all of this shit,” Gareth goes on. “This is so much bigger than you and I.”
I frown. Just when I thought most of the scum was run out of New Orleans, they arrive overnight to start up again somewhere else. That’s how this operation works.
The fact we’re only just hearing about it tells me The Grid is getting better and better at infiltrating. “If you know The Grid so well, then why did you wait to be sprung before revealin’ who you were?” I say.
“I’d been askin’ around about you for weeks, Big Papa knows,” Gareth goes on. Of course, I already know that, but throwing him off just a little might speed this along.
I for one don’t have time to sit around and play footsies with this giant pain in the ass.
“Don’t know if you know this, but the two of you are kinda hard to pin down,” he adds.
I grunt. Haze glances at me. I can tell he’s thinking what I’m thinking, but what I really wanna do is bust down that house and drag those heathens out and question them. And when I say question them, I mean torture them into submission.
“Not how we do things around here,” Cash barks. “You don’t just waltz into our territory and start playin’ goddamn fuckin’ McGyver. Not to mention involvin’ Big Papa. You know you were this close to him cuttin’ your balls off?”
