I nod my head, understanding what he’s saying. Once we hit the first one and they find out, they’re going to try and stop the next deal, but with them all in one day, they won’t have the chance to stop it.
I hate to admit it, but Jonny is smart, smarter than I gave him credit for.
“And what will
we find at these deals?” I ask, closing the file and resting my hand on the top of it.
He watches me for several seconds, his gray eyes honing in on me.
“I want you to agree to my deal before I give you any more information,” he says, a fire in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. “Gio.” He waves his hand to one of his men and he steps forward. “Tell him.”
“Fernando has my little sister, Gianna.”
“Okay…” I say, confused about what he’s asking me to do.
“We want you to get his sister back when you take him down, she’s not allowed to leave his side so she’ll be there. I want you to arrest her like you will the rest and then you call me and I’ll come and pick her up.”
“That’s what you want in return?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “That’s none of your fucking business.”
I raise a brow at him before turning to Ty, trying to gauge his reaction. His eyes don’t move from Jonny but I can tell by the look on his face that he doesn’t like what’s going down one bit.
I run my hand along my jaw, debating what to say and do. “I don’t know if I can guarantee she’ll get off without a charge.”
Jonny’s eyes swirl with anger and he leans forward, his jaw clenched. “I’ll give you her dealer.”
“What?” I grit out, my hands clenching into fists.
“I’ll give you Kitty’s dealer. You want to know who supplied her? I can tell you and you can do what the hell you like to him.”
I narrow my eyes at him, trying to work out his angle. Why would he want to give up her dealer? What does he have to gain from me getting her dealer off the streets?
“She took a bullet for me,” he shrugs, seeming to read my thoughts without me saying a word. “I owe her one.”
My breaths become heavy as he leans back in his chair, waiting for my answer. I don’t even need to think about it.
“You have yourself a deal.” I stand up, Jonny doing the same as I extend my hand to his and shake it.
“It’s Joel,” Jonny says and then walks away, his men following him.
My hands are clutched around a book as I stare out of the window. The room so silent that it almost makes my ears hurt. For a week now I’ve been at this rehab and it’s nothing like I thought it’d be.
My imagination was running wild on the flight here, and the cab ride from the airport was even worse. I thought it’d be full of teenagers who smoke pot and take heroin or old men who can’t stop drinking, but I was wrong.
They’re normal people; normal people who have gotten caught in the ring of addiction. I’ve kept to myself, not wanting or needing to make friends here, but the group sessions have really opened my eyes to how addiction can affect people in different ways.
My problem lies with all of the free time that we’re given, that’s when my mind wanders and all I can think about are those pills, that along with every other little thing that has ever happened to me.
I think of Charlie, my dad, Dean, all of the guys back at the compound, but mostly of how I grew up.
My mind doesn’t stop spinning and although there’s no noise around me, there’s plenty inside of my head.
I stand up, placing the old, worn out book onto my queen-sized bed and walk to the window.