Page 83 of The Convict

We trot downstairs, Finn’s hand tight in mine. He’s been away from me too long already, because of Sam’s dumb ass. I’m glad they took care of that fucking fuck.

Zeke has a cup of coffee in his hand, eyes twinkling as he looks at us. “No invite this time?”

Finn chuckles as I glare at Zeke. “Not this time. Or next time. Maybe in a few months after I make up for lost time.” Grabbing Finn by the ass, I pull him in and kiss him hard. He returns it with the same urgency, trying to paste himself to my body.

“For fuck’s sake,” Prez groans. “Have a seat. You can fuck more when we leave.”

We separate, Finn’s eyes looking a little dazed and his cheeks pink. Damn, I really love him.

We all sit at the table, Finn going to make us some coffee. He slides a mug in front of me and starts to sit down in the chair beside me. I pull him onto my lap, kissing the back of his neck.

Prez shakes his head, a slight smile on his face. “You two are fucking sickening.” Finn blushes, ducking his head as he wraps both hands around his coffee mug. “Rax, the search for your body was called off last night. They don’t even think you escaped again, so you’re in the clear. We’re getting the plane together to fly you to Cuba in the next twenty-four hours. I do have need of you though.”

“Okay,” I say, leaning forward slightly. “What’s up?”

“Since you’re supposed to be dead, you’re technically no longer a Devil. You can start a new life, make a clean break.”

“The fuck I will. I’ll always be a Devil, regardless of if the fucking news says I’m dead or not.”

Prez smiles. “Glad to hear you say that. My cousin, Diego, has a connect for a supply of coke. Pure. He wants to go into business with Devil’s Mayhem, but I need someone I trust down there. I trust my cousin, but he needs muscle and someone who knows how the club works. What do you think?”

“I’m in,” I say quickly. “Tell me what you need from me.”

“He needs a partner. I trust you and I trust him. I think you two can work well together to make sure shipments get to us on time and the exact amount we need. The guy we’re using now is raising his rates for subpar bullshit and tanking our business. Our profits are starting to suffer, and I can’t have that. Diego told me a supplier is trying to do business in the states, and he needs someone that can move a large amount of coke on the streets.”

“Done.” I look at Finn. “Is that something you want to get into, sweet pea? I can promise not to bring any of that shit to our house, but I need to help my brothers.”

Finn gives me a soft smile. “I knew what I was getting into with you. I’ll be fine.”

Prez dips his head to him. “A lot of my family is in Cuba still and they will watch out for you both. You won’t be without protection, and no one will get to you. Understand?”

We nod and I shake Prez’s hand, sealing our deal.

After that’s taken care of, Prez stands. “This is goodbye for quite a while, my friend. I’ll be down to visit in a few months. I’ll miss you, brother.”

Finn stands so I can give my president a tight hug. “Thanks for everything, Prez. I really appreciate this.”

“Anytime, brother.” He releases me and opens his arms for Finn. “Take care of him, Huck.” Looks like the name Zeke gave him stuck.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Prez.”

When we’re alone with Zeke, he smiles at us. “I’ll be giving you a ride to the airstrip. Shane wanted to be here, but he’s doing some shit with your death certificate and the shit you left in prison. They recovered a bag from the van with the things you had with you. You don’t want that, do you?”

“Fuck no, toss that shit.”

Zeke laughs, patting my back. “We’ll be leaving in the next hour or two. As soon as I get the call that the plane is on the tarmac. Finn, can you fix his neck tattoo like you did the last time? It might not be necessary, but better safe than sorry. Without that monstrosity, he looks like a normal ugly-ass white boy.”

Before I can retort a smart-ass comment, Finn steps in front of Zeke, poking him in the chest playfully. “What? Jealous that I chose him?”

Wrapping his arm around Finn’s waist, he pulls him in and kisses the top of his head. “Always, Huck. If he fucks up, come see me.” Zeke winks at me and I roll my eyes, pulling Finn back to me.

“Yeah, well he’s good where he’s at. Fucking thief.” Zeke laughs long and hard, flopping on the couch and turning the television on.

It’s like déjà vu all over again. On the news, they’re talking about me again and we listen as Finn makes my tattoo disappear.

Sadly, the search and recovery for the body of Raxel James was called off mere hours ago. It’s believed that he drowned in the currents of the McCane River and was swept into the dam. Authorities are not hopeful his body will ever be recovered.

We contacted the victim of his abduction, Finnegan Coombs, and he said he is thrilled that James is no more and will be able to live the rest of his life in peace. He has asked to no longer be contacted while he tries to move on with his life.

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