Page 50 of Unwritten Rules

?Chapter 14

Brent

“Nice face.”

“I hide mine so you don’t feel so bad about yours.”

“One of these days my grandfather will give me the green light to shoot you.”

“He already gave me one for you, but I felt too bad about how ugly you are.”

From the intel he gathered about Jason Haines, we found ourselves staking out a warehouse on orders from the Dictator. Why he sent me out like a henchman would forever irk me.

What we knew was that Jason Haines was planning something. What that something was? Either I was kept out of those conversations, or we just didn’t know. The rules of the game changed consistently, and it was a struggle to keep up with.

We sat out there for hours looking for signs of anything. It was basically like watching paint dry in a refrigerator.

Reaper shoved something into my ribs. “Mint?”

“No, and keep your voice down.”

“Your breath smells bad.”

An SUV pulled into the lot and two men with briefcases shuffled out. I focused the rangefinder on what they were carrying—locked cases that most likely held money, drugs, or goods unable to be traded in the daylight. Trench coats and locked cases at one in the morning? Yeah, nefarious.

“Code combos to get into the cases. Two out and one driver.”

Reaper yawned in response.

My bet was that Jason wasn’t going to handle this himself. Too dirty for his prissy little fingers. He was the bane of my grandfather’s existence. When Maria got her diagnosis, someone spilled the beans and Jason was there to try to replace her as mentee and get in on the cushier side of the top one percenters.

Why continue to be middle class when you can sit next to God himself?

Only that didn’t work. Augustus VaughnhatedJason with a passion for being a lazy opportunist and called him far too many names. Jason then left with a chip on his shoulder and a vow to destroy the family line.

Which included me.

“I can’t hear shit.”

I slapped him. “Shut the fuck up.”

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