Page 109 of Wicked Greed
I head to her office, tugging my phone from my pocket when it vibrates. Jackass flashes on the screen. Bridger. “Yeah?” I answer, moving to sit behind her desk, pushing her papers to the side.
“You still at the bakery?” Bridger’s voice is tense.
“Yeah, why? What’s going on?”
He pauses, just long enough to set my nerves on fire. “Clay’s out.”
I go completely still. Dad’s out of prison. “Really?” The chair creaks beneath me as I straighten up. “You sure?”
“Just heard from someone still inside. He’s been out a few days. And he’s already asking questions. Says someone owes him. Says Joel’s dead and all his money’s gone. Doesn’t even know where his wife is.”
A slow, cold burn starts building under my ribs. I grit my teeth. “He doesn’t know where we are.”
“Not yet,” Bridger says. “But it’s just a matter of time.”
“Yeah,” I say, my voice low. “I know.”
“I’ll come by later. We’ll figure it out.”
I cut the call and tuck the phone away, pulse steady even as my brain spins. The past always comes back. I just didn’t think it’d be this soon. I thought it would be Vick and Taylor we’d needed to worry about first, but no one has seen or heard from either of them since Vegas. I’m hoping they’re both dead.
Marlowe walks in and closes the door behind her. I plaster on a smile. I can’t let her know yet. Not until I figure out what to do. Clay’s out and he’s pissed. Eventually he’ll be coming for us. I just got my life back. Got a great girl. I’m not losing any of it.
She slides her bottom on the desk in front of me, and dangles a tub of frosting in her fingers. “I’m very hungry.”
“Me too, Angel.”
I push off the chair and crush my lips against hers, determined to protect what’s mine, no matter what.
