Page 54 of One Last Rainy Day
“What the fuck?” The instant change in his tone lets me know I have his undivided attention. “How?”
“During a race. They were going to make it look like an accident. I don’t even think Sean knows how close he came to dying tonight. I stopped them right before they got him. It was close, brother,” I rasp out, a knot lodging in my throat. “Too fucking close.”
“It’s a mob move.”
“Exactly my line of thought.” What transpired tonight aligns with the mob mentality of taking out the lieutenant because it would be too obvious if they went after me first.
“Tell me everything,” he clips out, the noise in his background silenced by the closing of a door.
I relay it all and end with my proposed solution. “Tyler wants permission for turn down service.”
“Denied.”
“They tried to take out Sean!” I roar, my patience tapped out. “This can’t go unpunished.”
A few tense seconds tick by before he speaks up. “You do know that Miami has actual fucking mob ties?”
“I know who the fuck they are, but they need a reminder of whowe are.”
“Where areyounow?” He clips out.
“Still at the Meetup. Tyler’s going to follow them to the state line. We’re putting birds on patrol to make sure they don’t overstay their welcome, but something needs to be done, brother. We can’t let this go.”
“I’ll put them on permanent watch for now until I can have a face-to-face with Andre.”
“The time for peace talks is over.”
“This isn’t your fucking call,” he snaps. “If we take the bait, we becomebaited. I’ll handle it.”
“How do you propose to do that a continent away,Frenchman?”
Silence. I’m pissing him off. Good.
“I can’t believe you’re willing to let this go.”
“That’s not what I’m doing. But we don’t shoot first and ask questions later. They know the ins and outs of our fucking club, Dom, which makes this a delicate situation. Before we move, we need to at least try to come to some sort of understanding.”
“Fine. Whatever,” I turn my key, and Tobias hears me start up my car.
“Where are you going?”
Blue lights race by just as I start to pull out, and I instantly kill my headlights before pulling between the trees.
“Dom?”
“Blue lights. Someone non-club must have reported the race. Hold up.”
Just as I go to compose a text, I scan some missed messages.
R: Blue lights on Kanuga Road.
P: Already following. Sean’s leading him away.
P: He’s losing them.
My shoulders sag in relief. “They’re on Sean and—” I catch myself in time not to blurt her name.
“And?” Tobias prompts.
