Page 98 of Full Throttle

My lips tugged up on one side. “Casey.”

Casey was the best hacker in FBI history. Her brain was almost as big as mine. Almost.

“Tony Stark?” Amara parroted, looking at Mina in question.

Casey brushed past me as she explained. “Cain sends his time building engines when he has the brains to build a super-suit.”

“Honey, don’t go around saying that shit,” Jer warned. “He’ll get kidnapped by Garner.”

Casey waved him off as he set up her computer. “My boss has no interest in military weapons.” She looked over her shoulder to me. “I have an update on Thad Bunker.”

I was instantly on alert.

Thad Bunker was the owner of the car I’d seen watching the loft the night of the snow storm a few months ago. Sullie gave the plates to Casey, and we found out he was an investment banker from Chicago. He’d been missing for some time now.

“And?” I pressed stepping close. My eyes scanned over her laptop screen, quickly reading the report. I bit off a curse and stepped back, running a hand through my hair.

I looked to Jer, and he gave me a single nod.

“What is it?” Mina asked.

Casey quickly explained that Thad was murdered. His body was found in an alley in Chicago with his eyes gouged out. Thad Bunker wasn’t just some investment banker. He’d worked with Sullie last year—on Kay’s bakery. His body was dumped behind it. It wasn’t a random murder.

This was fucking message from Kavi—to Oasis and Collin.

“Is Kay good?” Dontell asked as I pulled out my phone, sending a quick text to Nik.

Me: Stay at the loft.

Clover: What’s wrong?

The time for secrets was over. I finally had my clover girl, and I’d be damned if I let anything come between us again.

Me: I’ll explain everything later. Stay, baby.

Not even a second later, I got a response.

Clover: Okay, Cain.

“She’s okay. Her employees are a little shaken up, but she closed the bakery for the time being.”

“Sullie? Dom?” Lee asked.

Jer’s features darkened. “They’re making some calls.”

“Calls?” Amara asked.

“Ever since I took over The Crew, some of Sullie’s old allies stepped back,” Jer told her and then looked to Lee and Dontell. “He’s…persuading them to reconsider.”

“Fuck,” Dontell muttered. “New York?”

Jer nodded.

“Chicago?” Lee asked.

“We never lost Chicago,” he told us.

“Then who is he on the phone with?”

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