“How does that work to our advantage?” Roland asks.
“We can predict his next move before he does it,” Michaela answers.
“We need the buyers,” Koa says. “It’s not just about stopping him anymore. Some sick fucks are buying people from a goddamn website.”
“Nolan will get your buyers,” I assure him. “It’s just going to take time with the amount of security I’m sure surrounds that site. My advice? Lay low until he does get you a list. Go after the buyers and then put a bullet in Andres’ head. If they sense you sniffing around anymore, he’ll close up shop and move it somewhere else.”
“Isn’t it stupid to set up in the same place your brother got busted?” Zeke asks.
“Andres probably believed the lie that the Saviors weren’t around anymore. He got cocky. Axel has four teams now, and we grow every day. They’ll learn that we aren’t playing around anymore.”
“Are we just supposed to hide until all this comes out?” Asher asks. “I’m already sick of looking at their faces.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Michaela says sweetly, flipping him the middle finger. “I think Ari’s idea of laying low is the best.”
“Can we not start this pissing contest again?” Baxter says. “We already know Michaela’s dick is bigger.”
Koa and Zeke start laughing, earning a glare from Asher. “Whatever,” he grumbles.
“I’m going to get going,” I say, standing up. “Until this protection detail is over, I can only offer advice.”
I say my goodbyes, and when I step out on the front porch, Michaela’s husband is sitting there. His eyes widen when he sees me, and I hold my hands up. “You don’t have a gun, do you?”
“Oh. I, uh,” he stutters, jumping from his chair. “I’m really sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. You were fighting for your wife. I’m Ari, by the way.” I stick my hand out, and he hesitantly shakes it.
“Ben.”
“Would you rather have found out I was messing with Michaela or this?” I joke, and he relaxes a little.
“I’m not sure yet. This has been a lot to take in.”
“I get it. But these guys? They’re good. They’ll make sure you all stay safe.”
I walk back to my truck, feeling better since I came to talk to them.
I just hope they listen.
After my meetingwith Baxter and his team, I head straight to Jason’s. Not seeing him last night sucked, and I missed him in the worst way. I never thought I’d be here with anyone, but there’s no turning back now.
I knock on the door, and he yells for me to come in. “You should never do that, Sweet cheeks,” I say, shutting the door behind me.
“I knew it was you,” he laughs, coming to greet me. He wraps his arms around my neck, and I feel the world settle again. “I missed you.”
“Hm,” I hum, burying my nose in his neck. “I missed you too. You should come with me tonight since you’re off.”
“You sure Kira won’t mind?”
“She’ll be too busy staring at Keon,” I laugh. “And I think you guys will get along.”
“They looked super cute at the bar the other night.”
“Get your stuff together, and we’ll ride over there.”
“Yes, Mr. Bossy.” Jason pulls back to walk away, and when he turns around, I smack him hard on his ass. He whirls around on me, eyes wide.
“You want to walk in there with a sore, red ass, Sweet cheeks? Because I can give a new meaning to that nickname.” I advance on him, and he backs up with a laugh.