Page 253 of Soft For A Roi

He turned slightly when I walked in.

“Shit crazy, bro, and I still can’t hear,” he said bitterly.

“Damn, shit fucked up.” I shook my head.

“Huh?”

I stepped closer.

“I said—can you hear me?”

“Not really,” he muttered. “One side gone.”

I nodded once.

I grabbed his shoulder lightly, turning him a bit so I could really see it.

That shit was bad.

“Yeah,” I said low. “That’s fucked up.”

He let out a short breath.

“No shit.”

I stepped back.

Looked around the room once.

Then shook my head.

“It don’t feel right here. We can’t plot here.”

He frowned slightly. “Huh?”

“It’s not safe here.”

I turned toward the door. “Get your shit.”

Zay didn’t argue.

Just moved.

Slow, but steady.

A few minutes later, we were downstairs.

My driver already waiting.

We got in.

Pulled off.

The city faded behind us the further we drove.

Desert stretching out ahead.

Hidden.