I didn’t know who this dick bag was but I was gonna fuck him up good.
I smirked, when Kennedy looked around wither brow furrowed.
“That’s right baby, girl. I see you you. I’m watching over you like a dark angel, sugar.”
She felt my eyes on her not knowing where it was coming from.
I doubled back through the woods, to where my truck was parked out of her sight.
I needed to prepare a plan.
Shit was getting hot and I knew The Cartel would wanna cool things off their way and that was gonna be a big fucking problem.
“Bane.”
“Yeah?”
I was on the road already when Ezra rang.
“It’s all over the local and national news. I don’t know how she did it but the sister just put on this situation the International radar.”
“Fuck. Must be the slick guy in the suit who landed in the chopper. Maybe he’s a Fed?”
“No. He’s ABC Word News outta NY.”
“FUCK!” I roared, slamming my hadn’t on the dash.
“What do you wanna do, Bane?”
“What I have to,” I muttered.
“And what exactly is that?”
“I’m gonna make a deal with her. Her sister for her. In my bed. My truck. My kitchen counter.”
“She ain’t gonna go for that.”
“She will,” I growled. “Hang tight, tell the Cartel I’m handling the sister and find out where the auction is. Tell them I want a free ticket in exchange for handling things here.”
“Will do. Be careful, Bane.”
“Always, brother.”
I went back to my rustic cabin. I am a simple man. I have money saved up from Club business, the favors I’d done over the years and various side jobs.
I had money.
Never had to use it on much as I was a meat and potatoes, chevy kinda guy. Levi jeans and workbooks worked fine by me.
I eyed my place over.
It was simple.
Rustic.
Just like everything I wanted from her. My place was clean though, my appliances were all top of the line.
After growing up poor and hungry for so many years, I take care of myself. I eat nothing but organic. Hell, I even have my own vegetable container garden out back. I get plenty of shit talk for it but my men shut up as soon as they taste my homemade tomato sauce.