Page 58 of Two Sticky Nuts

“He borrowed money from a drug lord?” Logan pinches his brow as we stand between both our cars in an empty parking lot. “Fucking Carter.”

I don’t know where we are, but this is the address Logan gave to meet up. The gray concrete building behind us is nondescript with only a set of black numbers in the corner by the front door. I wouldn’t call the neighborhood sketchy or anything, but there aren’t any people around despite the amount of self-storage facilities and warehouses I passed on the way here.

“Why would he take a loan from a narco?” Logan asks.

“One of his producers dropped out, and he was looking for a way to finance his film. He said it was the sort of project that would put him on the map.”

“But how did Carter get involved with those guys?” Logan asks. “I just don’t get it.”

It’s a great question. “What I don’t get is why Carter was making another film withmein it. Or why he does porn on the side. Where does he find the time for all this stuff?”

Logan looks at me. “What porn?”

“You know, the Mr. Sticky Nuts thing?”Please don’t tell me Logan isn’t aware.

Logan’s expression turns into a void.

“You didn’t know?” I ask.

Logan’s lips flatten, and his jaw starts working.

Have I hit a nerve? Maybe he does know, but he’s ashamed of his brother and doesn’t want anyone to know. I can’t say I blame him. Especially because they’re twins. People could get them confused and think Logan is the porn star. Not good for business.

“Logan?”

“I’m Mr. Sticky Nuts,” he blurts out.

I take a step back. “What?”

“I’m the one who enacts food-related fantasies for money.”

“You?You’reMr. Sticky Nuts?”

Logan looks away. “I don’t have time to explain right now.”

“Okay.” I blink, not knowing what to say. “You have a really nice penis. Balls, too.”

“Excuse me?”

Why the hell did I say that?Sure, it was the first thing that came to mind, but I’m smart enough to come up with a decent compliment. Like, I respect your individualism and entrepreneurial spirit. But no. I brought up his dick.

“Sorry.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I was trying to make you feel better.”

“I don’t need to feel better. I have an amazing cock. Remember?” he says cooly. “It’s why I haven’t been able to move on from that business. The money is just too good. My oil venture was supposed to be the beginning of a new chapter.” He snarls at me. “Until somebody came along and tanked the deal.”

My stomach feels like it’s filling with lead weights. “I’m sorry. I really am.”

“You already said that,” he snaps, but he’s really saying,“I don’t give a crap.”

“So what do you want to do next?”

“Call the police,” he replies.

“I’m not disagreeing with that approach. But I would like to point out the fact we have an inside person who won’t need warrants or permission to intrude on the Gusanos’ house.”

“And?”

“And Skippy said he can screen the footage on the security cameras and figure out where they have Carter.”

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