Page 37 of Jagger's Remorse
My phone buzzes.
Text from Chord:
We're in. Holy shit, it's all here. But boss... something's wrong. Too easy. Too?—
The text cuts off.
I try calling back.
Nothing.
"Problem?" Scarlett asks innocently.
"What did you do?"
"Gave you exactly what I promised. A stash house full of drugs and money." She stretches. "What happens after is really more about karma than planning."
Another phone rings.
Not mine.
She pulls that hidden phone out again, answers in Spanish.
"Sí, Tío... Yes, they just arrived... No, Iron Veins MC... That's right, the same ones who... Of course... I understand... Yes, I'll be careful...Te amo también."
She hangs up, looks at me.
"Eduardo sends his regards. Also, his condolences for the men you just lost." She checks the time. "Well, will lose in about two minutes. Unless they're very fast runners."
"You called the plaza boss?"
"He called me. Family likes to check in." She stands, straightens my shirt. "Don't worry, I didn't mention you specifically. Yet. That reunion I'm saving for something special."
My phone explodes with calls.
Squirrel.
Digger.
Hammer.
News travels fast when brothers die.
"You should probably answer that," she suggests. "Presidents don't like it when VPs go dark during a crisis."
I stare at her, this woman who walked into hell willingly.
Who set up my brothers to die.
Who knows about my mother, my guilt, my shame.
Who came on my cock an hour ago, knowing she would be responsible for my brother’s deaths.
"What are you?"
"I'm exactly what you made me," she says simply. "That night in my father's office. You looked at a nineteen-year-old girl and decided she was worth more alive than dead. Did you think I'd stay that girl? Did you think mercy came without consequences?"
The phone keeps ringing.
