Seung stopped so fast Reese almost slammed into her.
“Call me that one more time and I’ll feed you your balls.”
“You keep talking to me like that and I might have to let you try.”
“Jersey,” Johnathan growled a warning. “The other keys.”
He tossed them to Craige.
Reese followed Johnathan to the SUV he loaded into. He stopped him. “You’re riding with Seung.”
And Seung climbed into a Jeep with Craige behind the wheel.
Reese’s stomach sank.
“I made it clear that he’s not to bother you.” Green flickered behind the brown of Johnathan’s eyes. “Tell me if he does.”
And the way Johnathan said it made it clear the man wouldn’t live through it.
Seung held open the passenger door of the Jeep.
Reese waved a hand. “I can ride in the back.”
“But you get carsick.”
Craige narrowed a look at Reese.
“Uh, no, I’m good. I’ll crack a window.”
“You sure?”
Any extra space Reese could make between him and the neanderthal, the better. “Absolutely.” He got in before Seung argued.
Craige started up the engine. As they pulled out, Jersey waved at Seung, and she gave him the middle finger.
“Toxic masculinity?” Reese put on his seatbelt.
So did Seung. “More like toxic stupidity.”
Reese cracked a window, and the damp, cool air mixed with the new car smell. “I guess Johnathan’s family buys these things in fleets too.” At least they weren’t all black SUVs. The one Johnathan drove was some shade of brown and the jeep was grey.
“These are probably stolen,” Seung said.
“What? Why?” Johnathan had a jet. A few cars would be nothing. Of course, the jet could be stolen too.
“Jersey runs product for Marco Garcia.”
“Product?”
“Drugs,” Craige said. “They’re Cartel.”
Reese choked.
“They also own the airport.”
“The Dekkers run drugs?”
“No,” Seung said. “We need vehicles that can’t be traced back to Grey in case we use toll roads.”