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"Just drive."
Cross didn't want to go to Taz. Not until Alex was dealt with. We all knew that, so we never offered. That's why Zellman was tasked with staying there, until he got the call that Alex's lawyer was at the station. How he knew, who called him, I didn't know. I didn't ask. No one did.
My phone pinged now, bringing me back to the present as I sat between these two.
Durrant's house.
A second text: Alex let himself in with a key.
Mouth dry, hands sweaty, pulse pounding, I texted him back: Devil no sing till eyes.
"He's at Durrant's house," I announced. "No one's there."
Jordan nodded once and swung around.
"You tell him to go back to Taz?" Cross asked.
I powered off my phone and put it in my pocket, feeling that locked gun box by my feet. "I coded it. He'll be radio silent till we see him."
Durrant was a Ryerson crew member, and apparently one of Alex's most loyal friends. Either that or...
Jordan grunted. "I think I remember Durrant's out of town. Someone in his family died. Sweets told me that last night. She was mentioning it because there's talk about having a party there."
I sucked in my breath for a second, but let it go almost as quick.
We were driving to let Cross shoot this guy.
Yes, we took the gun away from him at the house, but he'd released it only after Jordan promised to keep it in the box until we got to Alex. We were going with Cross because this was crew, this was having his back, but in this moment, knowing what he wanted to do, knowing what we were taking him to do--I didn't want it.
I didn't want any of it.
This was wrong.
This was a part of the crew life I didn't want.
I felt a punch at that, realizing I wasn't all-crew at that moment, but no. Fuck that. I was.
I was.
Cross stared straight ahead, locked down, an impassive expression on his face that sent shivers down my back.
I knew I had to speak up, or I was going to lose him.
I caught Jordan's gaze. He lifted his eyebrows, a message there for me. He made a face at me. It was brief, but I knew he was with me.
Fuck.
Okay.
Icy dread began trickling down to my stomach, but I had to try. I had to.
"I love you, Cross." My voice shook.
Jordan eased up on the pedal, his head turning toward us for an instant.
"Keep driving." Cross' voice didn't shake. He knew what I was going to say.
Jordan didn't, slowing the truck even more.
