Page 19 of Indulge
He hisses, and I immediately know my mistake.
“Rowan.”
“I’m bored.”
He slaps me round the head.
“Ouch.”
I turn to him in the driver's seat and he’s grinning.
“You can’t hit me, I’m still recovering.”
He rolls his eyes.
“You ain’t the only one who has had a gun shot in their stomach recently.”
“Well, mine was more recent than yours.”
Finn pushes himself through the center console.
“I’ll put another fucking hole in both of you if you don’t shut up and concentrate. Eyes on the fucking warehouse.”
Conan shoots me a look, knowing we’re both in trouble, and I bite back a laugh.
But then I notice movement to my left.
“Hey, look,” I whisper to Conan.
A guy with his hood up creeps around the side of our warehouse.
“What the fuck is that in his hand?” Conan hisses.
I inch closer to the glass.
“If we parked closer, I could see,” I tell him.
“Want me to go and collect him?” I ask with a grin. Since getting shot, I’ve been itching to get back out in the field. Lying down all day is boring.
Being babysat by my twin brother is hell. I love him to death, but there’s a good reason we divided our house into two. I wonder how he’s getting on with his bride-to-be. He hasn’t replied to my texts since he landed.
“Not yet,” Finn snaps. “Let’s see what he’s doing.”
“Got it, boss.”
I keep my eyes fixed on the target and tap the gun on my lap. Patience isn’t my strong point.
“He’s dousing it in gasoline, I think.”
Conan grumbles.
“Good thing I emptied out all the product this morning, ain’t it?” I mutter.
We only use this small warehouse for overstock. Usually for the sniff going to the Volkovs in Vegas. Me and Reggie do monthly shipments to him. So now, I got a whole room of cocaine in my spare room.
“Are we letting him burn it down?” I ask, as the brothers both seem unbothered with the scene unfolding.
“If we take him now, he won’t tell us shit. It will be a pointless kill for us, intelligence wise. But, if we let him think he’s got away with it, follow him, track him, it might lead us to someone up the chain.”
