Page 30 of Ruthless

And two of which I recognized.

Lucas and Tyson.

As much as I wanted to be relieved—or even ecstatic—about hearing my partner and my ex-boyfriend security specialist, it also meant there was a chance they might seriously try to pull something over on the bikers…

Or trace that burner phone.

“Happy now?” the leader quipped, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s discuss the drop.”

“I’ll drop the duffel at the bus station at Leo and Martin on the edge of town. You can pick it up under the name of Trevor Webb. It’ll be there by seven tonight.”

Something flashed in Ghost Eyes’ face that concerned me—mostly becauseheseemed concerned. However, it was fleeting, and no one else seemed bothered.

“No one will bother you,” Chaz continued. “If you don’t bother me. We know who you are, and we only have one request beyond that.”

“I don’t think you get to make requests when you’re only paying half,” the leader growled into the phone.

“You’ll get the other half when I have it,” Chaz nearly sounded like he was reading off a script, but only someone who really knew him would know…or someone who recognized the voices of the men with him.

“What’s your request?”

“Send your enforcer.”

“No,” Ghost Eyes immediately answered. “No fucking way. I’m staying right here.”

“You heard him. He’s not going.”

“Then we won’t do the drop,” Chaz barked, though I could tell he was growing irritated—and not with the bikers. Lucas and Tyson probably had something worked out…

And I was starting to think Ghost Eyes picked up on it.

“You have to send him, or it’s a no-go,” Chaz reiterated.

“I guess—”

“No.” Ghost Eyes cut off the leader and gained himself a glare from him. “I’mnotgonna do it.”

The tension began to rise in the room, and the call went silent, though they didn’t hang up. I held my breath, waiting for someone to throw a punch, but surprisingly, they all stayed silent, only exchanging daggers with their eyes.

“Okay.” Chaz’s voice came through again. “Send the president to do it then. Pick up is at seven.” With that, he hung up, the line going dead.

“Well then,” the leader grunted, tossing the phone to Ghost Eyes. “Looks like you’re calling the shots now, aren’t you?”

Oh boy.

He folded his arms across his chest. “Nope, I just know that they’re wanting you to send me for a reason—and I think I know what it is.”

“I’m listening.”

“I think they’re sending someone out here.”

“They wouldn’t know where to send someone,” he retorted, standing to his feet. “And besides, at this point, I don’t think any of this should be discussed in front of her. I don’t trust her. The more time that passes, the more I think this might not end cleanly.”

I blew out a sharp breath, my head feeling light. I hoped more than anything that Lucas and Tyson weren’t going to try something asinine. They needed to just work to secure the funds—not try to do something heroic.

“We should talk upstairs,” another one of them said. He had been silent the entire time, and he sounded more exhausted than anything else. “You’re just gonna scare her.”

“Who gives a shit?” the leader shot back. “Since when have we ever given a shit about scaring someone that we took on ransom?Never.I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you dumbasses.” He took off up the stairs, his boots thudding heavily.

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