Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to explain everything to them.”
“Who says you have to?”
“Of course I have to. How else will I explain how I went into shock? Normal people don’t just go into shock at the drop of a hat.”
He sighs. “Yeah. I didn’t think of that.”
“I’m fine. I swear I am. But…”
“But what?”
I look around the room, at our clothes strewn on the floor, at what this place—Falcon’s place—now represents. “I need to call my parents. I need to speak to my father about this. He’ll want to retaliate.”
“Is that what you want?”
I snuggle next to him, place my leg over his. “Yes…and no.”
He nods. “I get it.”
And he does. He had to retaliate in prison to keep his status as a leader. As Savage. But he probably would’ve rather stayed under the radar and done his time.
They don’t let you do that in prison, though. I’ve known about prison long before I became a parole officer. I understand the unwritten rules. You’re either strong or weak inside, and you’d best decide at the outset.
“Tell you what,” Falcon says. “We’ll go to the pharmacy and get some decent bandages and antibacterial ointment. But if that shows any bit of infection in the next day or two—or if you feel like you’re going into shock again—we’re getting your pretty ass to a doctor, you got it?”
I nod.
“When do you want to call your folks?”
“I need to do it now, while everything’s fresh in my mind. They’re going to want to know the police are involved.”
What I don’t tell Falcon is that my folks—or at least my grandfather—most likely already know.
And they’re either plotting their revenge…
Or they’re in on it.
9
FALCON
Nine p.m.
Savannah and I were supposed to have dinner. I’m sure neither of us could stomach food now, but we have to eat at some point. Sustenance is necessary for strength. I forced the shitty prison food down my gullet, taking seconds when I could, just so I had the fuel I needed to keep myself—body and mind—strong.
I leave the bedroom to give Savannah some privacy to talk to her parents. I head straight to the basement, which is still unfinished since I wasn’t here to supervise anything. Against the wall, though, is my metal gun safe. A few of these pieces are going to the pool house. When Savannah’s feeling up to it, I want to take her to the safe house as well, just to check it out.
We may need to use it.
And now…what I’ve been putting off.
A call to Leif Ramsey.
But only if he has the same number he’s always had. Who knows? He’s been overseas, had several tours of duty. He may be a completely different person.
He probably is.
Then again, so am I.
I grab my phone when it buzzes in my hand.
It’s Lance from the tattoo place.
“Hey, Lance,” I say into the phone. “What are you calling at this hour for?”
“Falcon, I got some more information.”
“Let me guess. Savannah Gallo is related to the Bianchi crime family.”
Silence for a moment. Then, “You’re still going to pay me, right?”
I let out a scoff. “I ordered the information. It’s not your fault I got it before you did.”
“Isn’t it? What sources do you have?”
“Savannah herself. But I want everything you found anyway. Send it to me in an encrypted file.”
“You got it. It’s on its way.”
“In the meantime, give me the basics.”
“This line safe?”
“It’s a brand new phone, but hell if I know.”
“I’d feel better if you came to the shop.”
I sigh. “Fine. Tell me this much, if you can. Did the name Miles McAllister come up in your research?”
Again, silence.
All the answer I need.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can in the morning.” I end the call.
If Lance won’t talk over the phone, this must be information that’s dangerous to have.
I’m pretty sure my phone isn’t tapped. It’s brand new, but from now on, I’ll be using burners just in case.
Damn.
I’m out of prison, but I don’t feel any safer than I did on the inside.
That’s not how it’s supposed to be.
I got involved with my parole officer.
Sure, it doesn’t say a lot for our ethics, but man…who should be safer?
She’s works in law enforcement. She should be clean as anything. Certainly not any reason why someone would come after either of us.
Should have kept my dick in my pants for sure.
But I didn’t, and I can’t bring myself to regret it.
Savannah Gallo has the tightest little cunt I’ve ever been in, and I’m not in any mood to give up fucking her.
What if I’d gotten the info from Lance sooner?
Nope.
I’d still be fucking her.
And I’d still be enjoying the hell out of it.
I head into the bedroom. Savannah is still on the phone, and her eyes are sunken and sad but still dry. I don’t want to disturb her, so I whisper, “I’m going to take a shower.”