I need a favor.
I don’t like doing favors because it means I’ll owe him one. But he should be thrilled to help me. Those Eagle Tactical guys are practically like the Boy Scouts with their code of honor and shit.
My phone lights up with a response.
Fuck off.
I smile and laugh under my breath. I can’t do that, or rather I won’t.
Come outside and say it to my face.
I don’t stand right in front of the door. I’m off to the side, my arms folded across my chest. I’m taking a gamble he won’t come out here with a loaded pistol and shoot me.
We haven’t exactly been on the best terms lately. Enzo nabbed his fiancé and handed her over to the DeLuca’s.
Enzo hadn’t given me much warning of the situation, and when I told him I was against it, he told me to shut the fuck up.
So, I did.
I knew where I stood. I wasn’t boss then. Now I am.
Now I make the fucking orders.
The front door swings open, and Jayden steps out. His eyes are tight, and his hands are bunched into fists.
Thankfully he isn’t brandishing a gun, and if he does have one, it’s put away, concealed.
I’m okay with that.
It’s not like I go anywhere without my weapon secured to my hip and a spare at my ankle.
My insurance policy.
“Some nerve you have coming here!” Jayden shouts at me.
I expect to see watchful eyes in the window, but it’s too hard to tell if anyone is staring at us or not.
“I know. Trust me. You’re not the first call I wanted to make either.” This isn’t ideal for either one of us.
As far as I’m concerned, we betrayed him, and he crossed us. It should all be behind us. Somehow, I don’t think he feels that way with the steam radiating off of him.
Actually, I’m not sure he betrayed us. I have suspicions, and he certainly invited a rat into our home. This means he’s either an asshole or an idiot.
He lunges at me, but I dodge the first blow and grab his arm, pinning it behind him while my other arm squeezes down on his neck.
“That’s enough!”
The front door swings open, and Jaxson Monroe is in full haste, coming at me. “Let him go!”
I toss Jayden at Jaxson. “I’m not here for a fight.”
“Could have fooled me,” Jaxson says. His eyes flinch, and his bottom lip is tight, unwavering. Tattoos cover his forearms. Not a surprise for a guy who served in the military. “What do you want?” he asks.
“Gino DeLuca, does that name mean anything to you?” I ask.
Of course, it does. He’d be an idiot not to know Angelo’s second the man he took out. He did me a favor, cutting off the head of the snake. Well, figuratively, of course.
“I’m not cleaning up your mess. Whatever feud going between the DeLuca’s and Ricci’s, we’re staying out of it,” Jaxson says. He gestures for Jayden to get inside the office.