Page 58 of The Last Ones Standing, Part Two

“All of you, get out of my face.”

Chapter 24

From Turkeys to Dust

Gio

“I’m not going to make the drive,” Talon says as I listen to him on my phone while Jace drives to the Turkey Drive.

I sneer as if he could see me before I pull it together. This is the last thing I wanted to hear this morning. I need to start hitting that list harder.

I’ve been throwing them off my scent, but I have a few moves that could cause them to pivot. All it would take would be one suspicious fed or one with half a brain to become cautious enough to do their fucking job right. I don’t need that to happen before I get Dario out of here.

“Might I ask why? You’re not backing out on me, are you?”

“Of course not. You’ll be happy to hear I’ll be busy picking up the Big Fish’s boy and his friend as the leading suspects on a few bodies.”

This brings a smile to my face. If he’s on his way to pick up Gustloff’s son and his buddy, that means my plan is working. That reminds me, it’s time for that other piece to turn up in the right place.

“In that case, forget about it. Opportunity will show itself at your brother’s event. I’ve already made sure Dario will be in attendance.”

“That’s a bit risky, don’t you think?”

“He’s dating your niece. Trust me, it’s the perfect time.”

“Since when?”

“I’m not sure, but they think they’re hiding it. I’m sure you’ll see it for yourself though. You’ll have reason to have a private chat with him by then.”

“That brings me to something else. They found a charred junkie in a burned-down trap house. Know anything about that?”

“Even less than I know about cemeteries,” I reply.

“Yeah, I figured. Be safe out there and keep your hands clean. Oh, and Gio?”

“Yeah?”

“He’s getting impatient. You’re going to want to hand that information over soon.”

“I always keep my word. I’ll deliver it personally.”

Kingston has been more than patient with my family. His brothers may be in high places, but they’ve never been able to get through the red tape needed to find the son of a bitch I plan to hand over to them.

While they have grieved for their brother for years, that greasy bastard has been living a fat life right in their faces. Oh, I’m going to deliver all right.

“I’ll let him know.”

“You have a good one,” I say and hang up.

“Did you invite Ny?” Jace says, pulling my attention as we pull into the new restaurant the drive will be in today. I look up out of the window to see her step from the car with Elijah, Gwen, and Lizzy.

Damn, she looks good. She has on sexy heels and a black fur—I note it’s not the one I gave her. When she turns, her open coat reveals a skintight pair of leather leggings and a gray thigh-length sweater beneath.

“No, I didn’t, but this is good. I want to see how fucked up Dario and Dante’s heads are. They should remember Gwen, but let’s see if Ny triggers either of them.”

“I doubt that. She used to wear all that dark makeup and she was so damn skinny,” Jace says.

“She was, wasn’t she?” I smile fondly as I stare out of the window.

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