Page 156 of Nest of Thieves
I nod.
“Then eat. It makes me happy to know you like my food.” He turns away to clean while I eat, which is a good thing because I inhale the food like a half-starved animal.
The news of Damien’s death has spread far and wide. A few people left A.C.K., but all in all, transitioning to power has gone rather smoothly. While I would have loved to be queen, I’d rather rule over an empire with the men by my side. All of us working together as equals. As a pack. While it may not be exactly what I envisioned, my dream is slowly taking shape. Together, we’ll build a life that we’re all happy with. Speaking ofwe...
“Where are Lark and Mac?”
Vette turns off the sink and rings out the rag he used to wipe down the counters. “At the shop. We’re actually supposed to go meet them.” He tips his chin at my plate. “You good? Do you want more?”
“No. God, no. I’m so full.” Good thing I have on workout pants. They’re stretchy enough to accommodate my little food baby. I slide off the stool and carry my plate to the sink, bumping Vette with my hip so I can rinse the dish and put it in the dishwasher. I close the machine and Vette pulls me against his front, dropping his chin on my shoulder and placing his hands over my stomach.
“I’d bend you over the counter if they weren’t waiting for us.”
“What’s a few more minutes?” I ask, turning to brush my lips over his cheek. “They’re big boys, they’ll be all right.”
He groans. “Don’t tempt me. I promised them.” Reluctantly, he releases me. “Come on, before Mac decides we’re taking too long and races over here.”
“He realizes Damien is dead now, right?” He’s also buried in an unmarked grave in the middle of the desert. The guys took care of the cleanup once I stabilized under Doc’s care.
“But that doesn’t stop him from worrying. Come on.” He holds his hand out and I take it, walking with him to the garage. “Go ahead and get in the Corvette. I have to grab something.”
I nod as he unlocks a closet I hadn’t noticed before. He extracts two long, black cases. I walk over to the car and open the door, waiting for him to finish shutting the closet.
He sets the cases inside the trunk and shuts it, glancing at me.
“Guns?”
“Semis,” he says. “For a client.”
“Who?”
“Marshall Grant.”
I whistle and get into the passenger seat. Once Vette’s inside, I ask, “What’s the city commissioner want with untraceable weapons?”
“He didn’t say. I prefer not to know.”
“Fair enough.” I reach for my seatbelt, but Vette leans over and grabs it for me, clicking it into place. “I can do that myself.”
“Maybe, but I like to do it for you.”
“Control freak,” I mutter, connecting his stereo to my phone and playing my favorite playlist. To his credit, Vette doesn’t complain when Ariana belts out the chorus.
Smart man.
My phone rings as we pull out of the garage. Charlie’s name flashes across my device, and I answer the call.
“Hey, Charlie. What’s up?”
“I sold your pills. When do you want me to drop the money off?”
“I don’t want you to drop it off. You keep it.” Charlie deserves more than that for dealing with Ricky for so long. That guy was a dick and immediately fired once the guys and I took control of A.C.K.
She pauses. “Are you serious? It’s a lot of money.”
“Yeah, and I want you to keep it. Consider it a thanks from me to you for helping me out in my time of need. Us women have to stick together, right?”
“Thanks, Jo. Have I mentioned how much I like you?”
