30. Rico
Chapter thirty
Rico
“ Y our girl is incredible, Boss. You would have been so proud.”
There's lightness and humor in Johnson's voice but I'm still fuming.
"What did she say?" I know I told the boys I trusted her, and I do, but I have a niggling sense of worry I need to be smoothed.
"She basically said any day or night he wants to know about she's with you..." I can fucking hear the smug smirk over the phone. "...doing...extracurricular activities."
"Fuck it, Johnson, I don't have time to interpret whatever the fuck you're saying." I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"He asked her about your whereabouts last night and she said that if he ever has a question about any of your whereabouts, you're at her place having a...gangbang." He coughed out the last word.
My eyes widen. Not that she used that word, but that she offered herself as an alibi for us for everything. That she protected us. I rub my chest. That's not a familiar feeling. I do the protecting.
"She put that Fed in his place so fucking fast, had him backpedaling and off his game from the get-go. You should have seen how red the Fed got when he realized he wasn't going to get anything out of a suburban housewife. Your girl's got balls, boss. Well...lady balls I guess."
"Stop talking about my woman's balls."
"Yep, right, good thinking."
I sigh, both bone weary and wanting to bury my face in Hannah's luscious tits. Maybe sleep on them for a week. But also wanting to reward her for protecting us. I knew she was smart, loyal, hardworking, and protective, but to have that energy directed towards me? Towards us? Yeah, my good girl's getting rewarded for that.
"Thanks for keeping an eye on her, Johnson. I'll send you a gift basket."
Direct wire transfers are too easy to trace. Some cash hidden in a gift basket? Much easier to hide.
"You got it, boss."
I lean back in my chair.
We haven't exactly been discreet about being out in public with Hannah, but besides taking her out to the club once, we haven't been together publicly. So how the fuck did Coletta connect the dots? Does he have someone watching her? Tailing her? Or us? Or did he get his intel from someone else?
Regardless, if someone has put two and two together and they realize how much she means to us, we've just painted a target on her back.
Me: I want cameras in and around Hannah's house. A security system, too.
Matty: On it
I lean back in my chair and let out a sigh.
At least that's one less thing to worry about.