Page 73 of Creole Kingpin
“I have a car in the garage. I don’t want to come back, but I need to get it out of here before I close on the condo.”
Moses presses a finger to my lips to shush me. “I’ll have Jules and Trey get it. You don’t have to come back here again. I’ll take care of it.”
It’s strange having someone have my back so completely and help me deal with shit, but like I told Moses,thisis exactly what I want.
No, at this point in my life, it’s what Ineed.
“Thank you. Then I’m never coming back. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Forty-Five
Somewhere close by
I see them. Rage floods my system. I want to carve her up like I did in my dreams last night. That fuckingputakilled my brother. Her every single breath is an insult to me.
If she were alone, I would take her right now. Make her fucking wish she’d never been born.
But him ... he is a problem.
A problem I have to eliminate. Soon.
As they climb in the SUV, I write down the plate number and get ready to follow them.
I hope you got my message, puta. Because I am coming for you next.
Forty-Six
Moses
My blood is fucking boiling. Whoever painted that shit on Magnolia’s wall might think he’s coming for her next, but he’s going to find me instead.
I won’t let that sick fuck anywhere near her. Now that I’ve got her cooperation, she’ll be guarded like the Hope Diamond because she’s fucking priceless and deserves to shine in peace.
As we pull away from the building, I hold Magnolia’s hand, but my attention is on the road and my rearview mirror. With a threat like that, details matter, and I’m not going to miss a single one.
If I were sick and twisted—which I’m fucking not—and I was expecting to find my prey in her place but found it empty instead, I’d want to know where the fuck she went. Which means I’d expect her to come assess the damage, and I’d be waiting to follow her home. That’s exactly what’snotgoing to happen.
“We’re gonna take the long way back, mama. Just to be safe.”
Magnolia looks over at me from the passenger seat of the SUV. “You think whoever did that will follow us?”
“It’s a real possibility, and I’m not taking any chances. Not with you. Not ever again.”
A ghost of a smile crosses her lips. “Thank you.”
I press a few buttons on my phone, and Jules answers on the first ring.
“Hey, boss. Get any answers?”
I wish we had. “No, but we got a fuck of a lot more questions. Trey with you?”
“Yeah.”
“Put me on speaker.”
“You got us both now,” Jules says.
“All right, listen up. Trey—I need you to dig faster and harder. Whoever the asshole was who bled out in the elevator, Ricardo What’s-his-fucking-name? There’s a damn good chance that someone’s looking to avenge his death. And somehow, I don’t fucking know how, that someone has figured out Mags was responsible.”
