Page 40 of Property of Raider
“I guess it’s a good thing we own a construction company by the way y’all keep busting through the doors.”Blitz shakes his head, stepping over the shattered pieces on the floor and making his way to the conference room.
We follow him in there, mentally preparing myself for the shitshow that’s about to go down.Because if what my gut knows to be true is in fact true, the psycho brothers will be on a warpath.
I close the door behind me, looking around the room to make sure that everyone is here.“Alright, brothers, let’s get this done.Twitch your up.”
Just as he goes to stand, Anvil reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone.When he sees the number, a look of concern and then shock crosses he’s face.
“Not supposed to have phones in church there, brother,” Blitz grumbles.
Anvil looks up.“We’re not in church, brother.”
Without another word, he answers the call.I nearly lose it because what the fuck is this man thinking taking a call in the middle of a fucking meeting?I stand ready to finish tearing my knuckles up on his ass when he puts it on speaker and the man’s words stop me cold.
“The sandbox is awfully lonely without you, brother,” the man’s tone holds a touch of a Spanish accent.
“Must be pretty damn lonely if you’re reaching out to me.We both know I don’t play in the sand anymore.”The rigidity of his shoulders betrays Anvil’s nonchalant tone.
“Well, to be honest, I was wondering if you were still missing that shirt of yours,” he drawls sounding board.
“I don’t know what shit you’re talking about.I mean, damn, brother, I’ve lost several over the years, months, and days.You’re going to have to be more specific here.”Anvil slides a laugh into his words.
The man on the other side laughs.“You were always a forgetful bastard.Hell, we did always wonder how you could pull that long, dark-haired beauty during our trip to the sandbox when you slept with that shirt tucked under your chin.”
“Hey what can I say?A woman digs a man with a sensitive side.Now that you mention it, it’s been about four days since I last saw that shirt,” Anvil says thoughtfully, looking at me.
I am watching this man have the weirdest fucking conversation about a goddamn shirt, and yet I can tell his brain is spinning.Deciding to let this play out, I lean back in my chair and listen to them.
“Right, well, it seems I’ve found one like it, and since I’ll be down your way in let’s say about two hours, I thought I would grab it and bring it to you.”His words hang heavy in the air.
Anvil doesn’t say anything for a long moment before reaching over and muting the call.“Prez, I have two questions.”
“They better help make sense of whatever the fuck is going on because if they don’t, we’re taking this to the fucking ring,” I snap.
“They do, and it will.First the shirt that you gave Anastasia—it was black, yes?”he asks, and I nod yes.
“Second, is the slaughterhouse a good place for a trade at this time of day?”His second question doesn’t clarify shit for me.
Looking down at my watch, I realize it’s just barely after five thirty in the evening.“What time are we talking?”
“Twoish hours from now,” he answers me.
“Should be fine,” I nod.
“I want to make sure it’s the right one.You’re talking about the black shirt, right?”Anvil asks him.
“Hell yeah, it’s the right one.Send me the address and I’ll meet you there.”The man cuts the call before anyone can say anything.
Anvil makes sure the call is ended, taps on the screen for a second before standing and grinning at me.I glare at him and I’m about to explode.
“Do you want to fill the rest of the class in on whatever the fuck that just was?”Terro snaps.
“Well, it seems my call to an old sandbox buddy has turned up our missing Momma,” Anvil states with a shrug.
With those words, my world tilts up just a little.The brothers start planning the pickup and meeting with this guy, and within the hour we’re on the move and headed for the Slaughterhouse.
We’re coming for you, Anastasia.
You’ve haunted my every breath, every goddamn heartbeat since the day you vanished fifteen years ago.I buried the man I was when I lost you.For that short time when I had you back, I could finally breathe again.Then you were gone again, and I’ve been clawing to stay above water ever since.
