She whips around, her face pale. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
“Exactly what I fucking said, no.”
“Why?”
“Because if you call this in, they’re going to wonder where the rest of his brothers are. Then I’m going to have to lay low… which means I can’t be with you. That’s not happening.”
“Where are the rest of his brothers Zeek?” Her voice is low, almost like she’s scared to ask me.
“They’re dead. That shootout you were at? Yeah, well, I retaliated.”
“That day when I picked you up…” Her eyes flash with recognition. “But there were no bodies.” Her head shakes, like she doesn’t want to believe she’s in bed with a murderer.
“I work fast,” I reply.
Rubbing her forehead, she looks at Jacob. “So, what? You going to take him and hack him up in my bathtub now?” Blood drips from her neck, and my face goes serious.
“I’m going to have to call in my boys. Get a doctor over here to look at your neck.”
She stumbles on her feet.
Taking a large step, I grab her by the elbow to steady her. She’s not all right; she’s in shock.
“Sit on the couch.”
She doesn’t fight me, just sits, her hand on her head.
Pulling out my phone, I text Felix.
I need you. Bring Machete, and Mac. You know where to find me. - Z
Twenty minutes later, a knock sounds at the door.
I open it, ‘cause Jillian is still sitting on the couch in a complete fucking daze.
“Why the fuck are we here?” Felix snaps. His hair is wet and pulled into a ponytail, looking at me with anger in his eyes.
“Whose place is this?” Machete asks, pulling on his vest.
“You don’t want to know,” Mac replies, shaking his head.
“I found our missing Gentry.” I open the door wider, letting them in.
The boys step in, making the living room seem small.
Jillian looks over her shoulder, and her eyes widen.
“Who’s the chick?” Machete juts his chin at Jillian.
“Jillian, this is Machete, Mac, and Felix.”
“She’s a cop.” Felix glares at her, and anger pounds at my temples. I don’t like the way he’s fucking staring at her.
“I’m sorry, what?!” Machete yells, his head snapping in my direction.
“Actually, I’m a sheriff,” Jillian corrects.
Machete, Mac, and Felix all look at me.
“This way.” Ignoring their stares, I head into the kitchen.
“Stay.” I point at Jillian.
There’s blood all over the floor, and I have to kick Jinx away.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Mac kicks at the body.
“I don’t know.”
Machete squats, looking Jacob over. Reaching forward, he shoves his hand in one of Jacob’s pockets. Machete is always taking shit off the dead. Should have named him Pick, since he’s always pick-pocketing.
“Nice lighter.” He flips open a Zippo before closing and pocketing it.
“He got a phone?” Mac questions.
Machete pulls out a black flip phone. “Yup.” Opening it, he goes through it.
“How do we get him out of here?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. We’re in a very busy neighborhood; this is going to be difficult.
“He called Frank,” Mac states, and both Felix and I look toward him.
“When?”
“About thirty minutes ago.”
“That was right before we got back.”
“Got back? What are you doing out with her? Are you fucking stupid?” Felix stands.
“Why are you even with her?” Machete asks. “You realize what the fuck you’re doing? What will happen if this gets out?”
Narrowing my eyes, I exhale. “Yeah. I know. It’s complicated.”
“Yeah, no shit.” Mac sneers.
“He’s getting his dick wet,” Felix quips.
“Fuck you, Felix.” His implying she’s just another bitch I use to get my rocks off has me on the verge of laying him out. Blood or not.
“You fucking traitor.” Machete looks down, rubbing at his cheeks.
Stepping forward, I grit my teeth and get in his face.
“Fuck you, too, Machete. I’m your president. You’re supposed to be here to back me up, not ask fucking questions.” Looking up, Machete leans his head back and inhales a large breath.
“I hope she’s worth everything you’re about to receive, brother.”
Mac’s eyes go wide as he looks at Jacob’s phone.
“Oh, shit, man…”
“What?”
He tosses me the phone. Opening it, there are dozens of pictures of me and Jillian. Some of us fucking in the living room, some of us sleeping in her bed. The guy has been stalking us.
“Why would he take pictures of you?” Mac sneers.
“Because, he thought if he brought back the fact that he was sleeping with a sheriff, Frank would protect him.” Felix shoots me a look that speaks volumes.
“You know what you’re doing, brother?” Mac asks.
“I asked him the same fucking thing. It took this dumb shit only a short time to figure out you’re sleeping with the enemy. How much longer do you think this gig is going to go before this shit blows up?”
“We don’t have time for this, not right now. How do we get this body out of here?”
“I don’t know. We need to move it without anyone noticing.” Mac looks over the body.