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“Discuss what? Did you steal that truck?” Xavi stood.

Harris nodded, and my dad gave me a look, telling me to listen up. “I hired two fall guys,” Harris said. “They’re the two who got arrested for the first truck. The second truck? Well, it will never be found and it will never be tied back to me, even if you decide to rat me out.” He stared at us, waiting to see if we were going to call it in. When we did nothing, he moved on. “I got what I was after, and our deal still stands. Now I have something for you, but only if we can agree to part ways and never speak of this once all is said and done.” He waited.

“What is it? What could you possibly have for us?” I asked.

“I gave it to Seth in good faith, but believe me when I say I will rescind my offer if you decide to double-cross me.” Harris nodded at my dad. “Go on.”

Dad pulled a new phone out of his pocket, pulling up a video. Hope reignited and shock set in as we watched the video.

“I got this from having a security detail on Jim. I was going to tell you about it, but then everything with the trucks moving kept me busy and I had to act fast. I didn’t have the chance to show you first.” He looked at all of us. “I hope this is enough to call it even?”

Devon nodded. “It’s enough. We own this copy?”

Harris nodded. “And it’s backed up if anything happens to it. Pleasure doing business with you, boys. Get in touch if you need assistance with… him. If not, I hope we never meet again.” With that, Harris walked out the front door, and hopefully, out of our lives.

Dad cleared his throat, smiling. “We have him. This will put him away for longer than that contraband would have, anyway. We have him, boys.”

Survival instincts were a hard thing to let go of, but as that fact settled between the five of us, we all relaxed marginally.

Harris had video footage of Jim Sawyer, clear as fucking day, shooting Davis point-blank between the eyes. Even had footage of where he dropped the gun.

Jim would go away for first-degree murder.For life. First-degree murder was the best possible outcome we could have hoped for, and it didn’t hurt that it took care of our Davis problem, too.

“That fucking scumbag,” Nate scoffed. “He’s done. Done.”

Devon swallowed, gripping my hand. “Yeah, now we just need to catch him.”

47

-Devon-

Usually,mymindranbecause of my dad, but tonight, it ran because of marriage. I tossed and turned in the small bed, trying not to jostle Maddox, but also not caring if I did. It was his fault I couldn’t sleep.

I sighed, trying to force sleep to come. It never worked.

Maddox groaned, sitting up. “Come here.” He leaned against the wall.

“I’m too tired for sex,” I snapped at him for no other reason than he was there.

“You sound like a grandpa,” he scoffed. “Come here.”

I rolled my eyes, but sat between his legs with my back to his chest. He rubbed my shoulders, and I decided I wasn’t so mad at him after all. His hands were rough and calloused, and he pressed too hard, but I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the snout. Mouth. Whatever that saying was.

“If you’re going to start withholding sex, tell me now so I don’t tether myself to your celibate ass for life,” Maddox said, and I was pretty sure he wasn’t even joking.

“I’m stressed, pissed off, and freaking out. Sue me.”

“About what?”

“My fucking dad ruining our wedding. You marrying a Sawyer. Me not being good enough for you.” I sighed, sinking against him. “Are you sure you don’t want to push the wedding back? We’re getting married in two weeks, and Jim is still out there like a dark ghost. I can almost guarantee he’s going to fuck it up for us.” It’d be his style. I mean, the cops were on the lookout now that they had hard evidence he murdered Davis, but still. He evaded them this long, and I hated that he could ruin our day. “So? Wanna push it back?”

“Do you want to?” he asked.

“No,” I answered honestly. “I just want to be married to you, Madd, but I’m worried.”

Worried about all sorts of shit. Most of it had to do with the unknown of my dad, but also, a huge heaping pile of self-doubt sat heavy in my gut and I didn’t like it.

“Are you sure you wanna marry me?” I turned to face him.

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