Page 46 of Justice

Looking into Tymeless’s blue eyes, he hoped Justice would understand why he’d said what he did. As crazy as it sounded, even in his mind, he was lost to her, and he would spend the rest of his days trying to find her.

“What do we do with him?” Justice motioned to Marino who was dead to the world.

“Well, since Red is dead, the case he has against him is closed.” Tobias places the plates, along with the photos back in the trunk. He suspected there was more than a few thousand dollars in the bottom, but he wanted time alone to talk with Drake and Justice before digging through the papers he saw inside.

“As far as the FBI is concerned, he can go back to his regular job of busting someone else’s balls.”

Justice reaches behind her back, slides the knife out and slaps it on the table. “Guess I don’t need this anymore.” She looks around the room, searching for what he assumes is anything familiar. When she comes up empty, she crosses her arms over her bare chest, her days of pretending to be a patch whore are over. “So, I guess this is it. You take the money back to your boss, and I try to find my sister.”

Tobias sets the trunk down, reaches behind his head pulling his shirt off and handing it to her. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a sister?”

Justice slides the shirt over her head, her gorgeous tits disappearing behind the black fabric as she smooths it down her body. “It wasn’t important to the plan. Why, do you have a sister?”

Tobias reaches into his pocket for his vibrating cell phone. “I do, actually. Her name is Erin, and she is eight years younger than me, a late in life baby for my parents. She owns a successful gym close to my home and hates that I’m gone so much.”

He held on to the smile that grew on Justice’s face as he spoke of his little sister. If things worked out as he hoped, maybe he could redeem himself.

“Maybe now you’ve got your bosses property back, he’ll let you stay home for a while, make Erin happy.”

Glancing down at the screen, his heart rate picks up as he reads the message from Drake’s pilot, the plane has arrived and is ready when he is.

“I doubt that.” Pocketing his phone, he picks up the trunk tucking it under his arm, while reaching out with the other for her hand. “Come on, we have people waiting.”

“Wait,” she hesitates, looking at him as if he is crazy. “What?”

Not allowing her to resist, he tugs her by the hand, hoping the words on his heart will be enough to make her follow him. “Listen, I know how bad you wanted to handle Red, and I feel like shit for stepping in a shooting him in the balls. It was wrong, and I want to make it up to you. My boss has a lot of resources and he’ll let me use anything I need to find Tymeless, but I need your help, too.”

Justice held onto him as he sped down the back alley, bouncing over the railroad tracks, as his car came into view. Pulling alongside the Porsche, he helps her off the bike and takes the trunk from her as he shuts off the engine.

“Inside the trunk is a gray tarp. Will you get it for me, please?”

Tobias couldn’t recall the last time he had said please so much. He expected a million questions from her, but she handed him silence as she turned toward his rental, opening the trunk and returning with the tarp.

“Thank you.” Another phrase he didn’t use much, and yet here he was handing out manners like discount cards at a box store.

“Hop into the passenger seat, I need to secure the bike, activate the tracker, and then we can get out of here.”

“Tracker?” It’s the first word she’s said in the last thirty minutes.

“Yeah, Drake is a collector, he has them on all his cars, in case they’re stolen, and he wants this bike. So, I put a magnetic tracker on the bike and a transport truck will be here within a few hours to pick it up and take it to his garage.”

Justice looks to the black strip in his hand and then to the bike. “If someone is coming for the bike, then where are the people waiting for us.”

Securing the tarp, Tobias pities the poor bastard who has to clean the melted tarp off the exhaust pipes. “About fifteen minutes away, but don’t worry, they won’t leave without us.”

Tobias opens the passenger door for Justice, waiting as she slides her tiny body into the seat. He’d been on the back of a bike for such a short time, yet it felt strange to be behind the wheel of a car. Justice sat silently as he drove the speed limit, his need to keep his nose clean until he could get them out of here taking precedence over his notorious led foot.

Pulling off the highway and onto the service road, the lights of Drake’s private jet shine bright in the distance. Tobias couldn’t wait to sleep in his own bed, have a shave from his personal barber and slide into one of the designer suits hanging in his closet.

He pulled to the edge of the red carpet, something he thought ostentatious and completely Deidre. Carter, Drake’s pilot stood at the edge of the steps, his uniform pressed and hat in place, another thing Deidre insisted on.

“Who’s the guy?”

“That’s Carter, our pilot.”

“We’re flying?”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

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