Page 24 of Unwritten Rules

“Sorry to crash your date, Blondie,” Brent called out as he and the team entered the diner. “I’ll cover the bill, don’t worry.”

Garrett was still looking at me, but my eyes caught Brent winking at me from inside, picking up a piece of my bacon and eating it.

“Let’s get you home.”

?Chapter 7

Brent

Ihated working inthis shit job for my shit grandfather.The Dictator.He was a demanding asshole who wanted answers and I was not prepared for another beratement about how I was a failure grandson once again. Those got tiring.

Reaper left an oddly complete write up for me that made it look like we did a proper job without him prematurely ejaculating into his panties. He got so stab happy some days, but others he kept his cool. You never knew what to expect.

Maybe he needed to get laid too. I didn’t know what kind of life he lived outside of working for us, but I didn’t need to know–or want to.

The file was a professional write up, describing the information John presented us. There was a full profile on Jason Haines and his involvement in business espionage, hostile takeovers, and other illegal activities. It wasn’t anything that I hadn’t seen before, but he’d been circling us for three years or more, and I could understand why my grandfather would be antsy about getting his information back quickly.

I wasn’t filled in on the top level business dealings–I wasn’t trustworthy enough.My volatile nature is my undoing.His words, not mine.

What surprised me was the meticulous nature of the notes as if he had been taking meeting minutes and I felt confident enough to present the information.

Being ushered in by one of the regular muscles, my grandfather sat at his desk in his typical Godfather style.You’d think he ran the mafia the way he acts.A lit cigar in his hand, he motioned me in with his typical lazy hand gesture.

I tossed the report from Reaper onto his desk and sat in my usual interrogation chair.

“Good work.” He barely glanced at the pages before dropping the file back down. “Now, tell me something other than this bullshit.”

“Johnwasa rat and had been for three years under the direction of Jason Haines. He talked about wanting the pay and cuts of goods from him. Too bad he sacrificed himself for table scraps. I’m unsure of their meaning, but they used codes for movements like ‘Tower,’ ‘Green,’ and ‘Garden.’ We’re still trying to understand what these words mean, but I’m sure we have some men that could sniff this out.”

He scoffed and threw his stapler at me. Just like when I was a kid. “Not this shit, you idiot! You know I have fucking eyes on everything! What the fuck are you doing with the Montgomery girl?!”

“What?”I’m with alotof girls, what the fuck does he care?

“That fucking girl you drove out into the middle of nowhere to visit Martha! You seriously can’t bethatdense to think she wouldn’t tell me. I am going to ask you again: what thefuckare you doing with the Montgomery girl?”

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