“A few more courses and we can get to the important matters,” Dad said as his eyes met mine for a split second–a silent reminder to keep my mouth shut.
It was bad enough that Dad was getting us in deep with Arlington. Add Dante into the mix, and shit was about to go south.
“Where’sthatdaughterofyours?” I heard Arnold ask just as I was about to go into Dad’s office. I stopped outside the door at the mention of Dani. Heat rushed through my body at the thought of Arnold having any kind of knowledge of her. How would he know her? Why would he ask about her?
The only answer I could come up with made me tighten my grip on the doorknob. There was a lot about herworkthat I didn’t know, but she would’ve told me if she had contact with Lauren’s dad.
Dante let out a humorless laugh. “Fuck if I know. Short of microchipping her, I can’t keep track of her.”
“The wild ones are the hardest to pin down, yet the most satisfying to break,” Arnold said, his tone deepening.
“Not my girl. She’s too much like her mom. The only one capable of breaking her is herself.”
“Kane?” Dad asked from behind me. I jumped and turned around to be met with a scowl. “You’re joining us for the meeting.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, pushing open the door and heading straight for the booze that lined the counter in front of a section of bookshelves. Arnold and Dante shut up immediately, pretending like they weren’t just discussing the girl none of them had a right to be talking about.
“What are we talking about?” Dad asked as he took the head seat at the table. He looked between the men, nervous he missed out on something.
“I was just talking to Dante about his daughter causing Lauren a lot of strife this week,” Arnold said, his eyes flicking to me and then back to Dad.
“It won’t happen again, Arnold,” Dad assured him. “Kane will no longer have any involvement with Danica.”
I leaned against the counter and swirled the golden liquid in my glass. If I never had my sex life discussed again…
“It happens again and our deal is done. I won’t have my daughter embarrassed in front of the entire school. It makes us look weak, and it’s going to make her run back to that heathen biker,” Arnold spat. He threw tantrums just like his daughter.
“For what it’s worth,” Dante started. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on my girl from here on out. She’s getting a little too big for her britches if you know what I mean.”
“Dante, we’ve already talked about it. She didn’t do anything–” Dad began but was cut off by Arnold.
“My Lauren and this girl have had their little catfight going for a while now. I think she knew what she was doing when she seduced your boy, and I think she’d do it again if she had the chance. She’s not going to get the chance, right son?” Arnold asked me.
I gritted my teeth and forced a smile. “First of all, I told her to get in my car. I was the one who fucked her so hard she dripped down my cock and onto the leather seats. There was noseductioninvolved. We both wanted it. And I have no idea why my sex life has anything to do with a bunch of old fucks like you. I’ll stick to my end of the deal with Lauren, but who I fuck and where I fuck them is none of your business.”
“Kane!” Dad snapped. “Get the fuck out of here. Now.”
My pleasure.
Once I left the office, I could hear the women chatting in the living room. Fuck, I didn’t want to go sit with them. I pulled out my phone and opened our GPS tracking app, which was something I did when I got anxious. I liked making sure everything was going according to plan. We had GPS on all of our vehicles along with the names of who drove each one. Everyone was where they were supposed to be except…no.
She fucking didn’t.
One of our spare sedans was parked in a field about thirty minutes north of here. The field we used to bury bodies. I knew exactly who it was. The person who wasn’t supposed to be handling any jobs without me–we were supposed to take care of Otis tomorrow.
I should’ve known she wouldn’t wait for me.
“Whatthefuckareyou doing?” I asked as I jumped out of my SUV and slammed the door behind me. I left the lights on, pointing at the half-naked woman digging a hole.
“I’m digging a hole. What the fuck’s it look like I’m doing?” She smiled and she stabbed the earth with a shovel and tossed a pile of dirt to the side.
There was a body-shaped figure laying next to the hole–wrapped in black trash bags and duct tape–which I could only assume was Otis.
“Why aren’t you wearing clothes?” I asked as I took in her mud-covered body. She wore a black strapless bra that barely contained her tits and a black thong. Oh, and a pair of purple rain boots.
“I didn’t want to get my dress dirty.” Another scoop of dirt flew over the edge of the hole. “If you’re gonna help, you better strip out of that expensive outfit. I would hate to see the great Kane Moretti ruin a suit.”
“Since you didn’t let me help kill the fucker, I guess I could help dig,” I said before I went to the back of my SUV to grab a shovel. I took off my shirt, slacks, and shoes and jumped into the hole wearing just my boxers.