Page 93 of Enforcing the Rules

I chuckled. “Should I stop at the Dairy Barn on our way home? Get you a double scoop?”

“Yes.” She cupped my face and kissed me. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Utah?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Before we get ice cream, can we get Chinese?”

“You hungry?”

“I’m always hungry.”

“Okay, then. Let’s go get some Chinese food.”

“You’ve so got my number.” She grinned.

I returned it. “That I do, babe.”

An hour later, the waitress brought us the bill with two fortune cookies. I popped mine open and looked at the slip of paper.

“What’s your fortune?” Kate asked.

“I’m getting laid tonight. How about you?”

She chuckled. “I’m getting ice cream on the way home.”

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The next day, I sat in the cargo van with Memphis, Baja, and Trez. We were parked in the lot behind a deserted gas station. Baja was behind the wheel, Trez sat in the passenger seat, and Memphis and I were on the floor in the back.

“How much longer?” I asked.

“He texted he’s on his way,” Trez replied, glancing over his shoulder.

Memphis slapped my knee. “So, how’s it goin’ with you and Kate?”

“Good. Real good.”

“She stickin’ around long-term?” he asked.

“If I have anything to say about it, she is.”

He slapped my arm. “Happy for you, brother.”

“Heads up.” Trez shifted in his seat.

I reached for the door handle, sliding the cargo door open, and Memphis and I stepped out as a black Mercedes pulled around the building. It parked next to the van, and I yanked the passenger door open.

Ray leaned in his seat, trying to avoid my reaching hands, his head swiveling to our attorney.

“You son-of-a-bitch! You set me up.”

Memphis and I dragged Ray out of the car, and I tossed an envelope full of money in our attorney’s lap. He nodded and peeled out.

We manhandled Ray into the van and in seconds had his mouth duct taped and his legs and arms in restraints. I slammed the door shut. “Go.”

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