Chapter 15 #2
An article appeared about a gang in Honolulu called the All-Seeing Gang, suspected of working with the Sinaloa cartel out of Mexico, trafficking drugs in Hawaii.
Members were identified by tattoos of a pyramid with an eye in the middle.
Teller scrolled down the article, and another image of a pyramid tattoo appeared with an eye in the middle.
“That’s the same tattoo as the guy who stole my purse today.
” Sachie had come to stand beside Teller and peered over his arm at the article on his cell phone.
She looked up into Teller’s eyes. “That gang member was right there in front of the Boys’ Club.
Do you think they’re pressuring kids to help them push drugs? ”
“Could be,” Teller said.
“When Luke was in my office that day, he talked about trading one drug for another and not wishing addiction on anyone. Luke had been court-ordered to see me after being caught with cocaine. He’d gone through rehab and had been clean for a while.
But he needed help with mood swings. He was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and was prescribed medication to help him control the swings. ”
Sachie paced the length of the room and back, her head down, her brow furrowed.
“He’d gone off the medication. He said something about trading one drug for another and that he never wanted to get back into drugs and didn’t want anything to do with any drugs.
I thought it was all about his medications.
But if someone was trying to get him to distribute drugs by threatening to hurt his best friend, I could see why he was so distraught.
” She looked up, her gaze meeting Teller’s.
“He didn’t want to deal drugs, but he didn’t want them to hurt his best friend.
They’d have no reason to hurt his friend if he wasn’t around to intimidate.
” She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes.
Teller couldn’t stand to see her so sad. He closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. “Why didn’t he go to the police?”
As he pulled her close, Sachie’s hands rested on his chest. “He said he couldn’t go to the police.”
“Did he say why? Were they threatening harm to his friend if he told anyone?”
She shook her head. “He didn’t say.”
“I’m surprised he didn’t go to your cop friend, Roland.
” Teller held her for several minutes and even pressed a soft kiss to the top of her hair.
“Hopefully, we’ll learn more when we go to the Leather her fingers weaved into his hair and tugged him closer.
Teller swept her up into his arms and laid her across the bed. He backed up a step and shed his shorts. His staff sprang free.
Sachie scrambled out of her shorts and panties and made room for him on the bed.
Instead of lying beside her, he spun toward the nightstand where he’d left his wallet, praying he had his emergency protection stashed inside. It had been a long time since he’d needed it. He wasn’t sure.
When his fingers felt the smooth wrapping, he breathed a relieved sigh and joined Sachie on the bed.
Lying naked beside her, he leaned up on an elbow and brushed his thumb along her jaw. “You’re allowed to change your mind, you know.”
“Why?” She frowned up at him. “Are you having second thoughts?”
He pressed his lips to hers in a light kiss. “Never.”
Her frown disappeared, her hands laced behind his neck and she said, “Then make love to me like there’s no tomorrow.”
Teller’s eyes narrowed. “You know something I don’t?”
Her lips twisted. “Oh, for the love of—” She cupped his chin and stared hard into his eyes. “A little less talk, a little more action.”