Page 51 of Chaos & Corruption

Despite my better judgement, I peer over my shoulder and sure as shit my eyes connect with that Parrish guy.

“Fuck.”

“You have no idea,” Mila hisses, grabbing my hand. She pulls me toward the parking lot, and we take off jogging until we reach her car. “That’s Jack Parrish,” she says once we lose him.

At least I think we lost him.

“He used to be the president of the Satan’s Knights. He once highjacked an ambulance and drove it into some crazy trafficker’s house. He was real tight with Victoria’s grandfather and since he died, he’s always looked out for the Bianci’s. He makes Victoria’s dad and brother look like choir boys.”

“Sounds like a gem,” I mutter, starting up the engine. I reposition the rearview mirror and am about to put Mila’s car into reverse when I spot Jack. He slams his hand against the trunk of the car, shouting at me to get out.

“Hang on,” I warn Mila, sliding the shifter into drive as I slam my foot against the gas. The tires squeal as I peel out of the spot. Mila turns and looks out the back window.

“He’s chasing us.”

I accelerate even more, making a sharp turn out of the parking lot. Hitting the main road, I maintain my speed. A mile or so away from the hospital, I veer onto the highway and Mila settles into the passenger seat.

“You know they’re going to follow us, right?” she asks. “Mr. B is never going to let you handle this by yourself.”

“Then I guess we better find Jennings first.”

Lucky for us, I have an idea as to where he might be.

Nineteen

Alex Reggiano

I parkMila’s car outside our building and hand her the keys. Once we hit the highway, I proceeded to drive ninety miles an hour until we got to Stonewall. The way I figure, I’m ten minutes—give or take—ahead of Mr. Bianci and his biker buddies. That gives me time to walk Mila up to her apartment and haul ass to Dizzy’s. If my assumption is correct, everyone who is anyone will be gathered there, raising a glass to Webber. It’s all a bunch of bullshit. No one gives a fuck if he lives or dies. The only people who actually care are the ones at the hospital, and even they’re not all that genuine.

Jennings will want to put on a show. It’s what he does.

“What’s the plan?” Mila questions, her fist closing around her keys.

“I’m walking you up to your apartment. You lock the door when I leave, and you don’t answer it under any circumstances. I don’t give a fuck if Jesus Christ himself decides to pay you a visit.”

“Where are you going?”

“To find Jennings where do you think I’m going?”

“By yourself? That isn’t what we discussed.”

Bracing one hand on the steering wheel, I turn my body so that I’m facing her.

“What did you think was going to happen? That we were going to go after him together? I’m gonna need an alibi, Mila, and guess what? You’re it.”

“If that’s true, then neither one of us are going in that building. The security cameras will see you entering with me and exiting by yourself. Alibi shot.”

The girl makes a good point and while I have a decent grade point average, I have no fucking clue how to disarm a security system. I’m also pretty sure I don’t have time for that.

Plan B it is.

I start the car and hook a U-turn. Dizzy’s isn’t far, and I doubt Mr. Bianci and his crew even know the joint exists. That should give me some time to think.

“Where are we going now?”

“Would you just shut up,” I snap. “I’m trying to think.”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

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