Chapter 30
Myles
“Why the fuck would Quin take Mina?” Jasmine asks as she stitches up my side.
I denied the ambulance taking me to the hospital.
They were close to knocking me out and taking me against my will because of the shape I’m in, but I wasn’t going.
They made me sign a liability form denying care.
Hospitals mean cops, and I’m not dealing with cops on this one.
This is war. I’m going to enjoy killing him for taking her.
“I honestly don’t know. Did he say anything?” Cash asks me as he continues to pace his office above the club.
“He said, ‘An eye for an eye, Mr. Langston. You may not have been the one to kill Jocko, but I know you and her killed Declan.’ Fuck!”
“Sorry,” Jaz whispers. Her hand shook when she went to do the next stitch, and she stabbed me instead.
“What did you just say?” Cash steps in front of me. Shit! Declan was his cousin.
“He said an eye for an…”
“After that! You guys killed Declan?”
“Shit!” I gasp. Jasmine accidentally pokes me with the needle again.
“Sorry…I…” She glances up at me, then at Cash. I can see her hand starting to tremble.
“Myles!?”
“Okay! Listen. Shit hit the fan, and it was self-defense.” I hold up my hand, but Cash doesn’t look mad. He looks almost relieved.
“What happened? Because Rodger said it was some gang in Mexico that Declan was dealing drugs with,” Cash asks.
I then proceed to tell him everything. Literally everything. By the end of it, Jasmine has finished stitching me up, Alexandria has picked the nail polish off of three of her nails, and Cash looks torn between wanting to hug me or hit me.
“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me…”
“Jaz, she couldn’t. If someone were to ever find out, then you would be connected, and she didn't want that.” I tell her. She angrily gets up, walks out of the room, and slams the door.
“Did he say anything else?” Cash asks as he sits down in the leather chair next to me.
“He told me I was next on his list. Do you have any idea of where he might’ve taken her?” I stand, and Cash hands me a black T-shirt.
“I…Fuck! Myles, Quin is dangerous. Like worse than Declan. He runs the trade lines for drugs, guns, and other shit in and out of Mexico. I don’t even know the half of it.
He and Declan were part of that life, not me.
I never wanted to be. That’s why they were closer out of the three of us.
” Cash sits at his desk and rubs his temples out of irritation.
“I don’t give a fuck how dangerous he is! I’m going to get my woman back. Even if I have to kill him.”
Cash's eyes slowly lift to mine. He has a far-off, cold look in them.
“Have you ever killed someone, Myles?”
“My men have…”
“No! I mean, have you actually killed someone? Watched them take their last breath? Slow, painful minutes that tick by as you wait for them to die?”
“No. I’ve never killed someone.”
“It’s not something that you can just do and walk away from if you actually have a soul. That shit follows you…Forever.”
“I don’t give a fuck, Cash! I’ll give up my soul if that’s what it fucking takes to get her back!” I slam my hands onto his desk and immediately regret it. The vibrations ripple through my body, and the pain makes me recoil. “Now tell me where he might have taken her!”
“Myles.” Alexandria rests her hand gently on my shoulder.
“What!?”
“You can’t go. Let me get a team together of some of the men who will be able to do this.” I spin toward her with fire in my eyes, but she doesn’t even flinch.
“I’m going, Alexandria. I’m not having my men go in while I stay back. I’m going alone.”
“Then take me with you,” she begs as her fingers grip onto the fabric of the shirt.
Cash’s laugh pulls our attention.
“Something funny?” she snaps.
“You both have a death wish. Myles, who’s never killed anyone…And you? You, Angel, will be killed instantly. Or worse.”
“Angel?” She tries to move past me to go after Cash, but I stop her. Cash stands and steps around the side of the desk as if to challenge her.
“I’m going…Alone!” I say as Alexandria huffs and turns to grab her bag.
“I don’t give a fuck what you say, Myles. I’m going with you. You need someone as backup.”
Cash laughs again, and it’s like Hell’s fury has been unleashed from Alexandria. She rushes and stands in front of him squaring up. She’s the same height as him in those heels, and honestly, if the heat in her eyes could actually do damage, Cash would be burning alive right now.
“You’re not backup, Angel. You’re a distraction.
A fucking liability. You will most certainly not be going.
Give me thirty minutes and I’ll figure out a team.
I have a buddy, Dex. He…Well, let’s just say he doesn’t have a soul.
He can get us a few men,” he says to me before glaring back at Alexandria. “Some actual backup.”
Her upper lip twitches. I swear she almost snarls at him.
I’ve never seen her so angry at someone.
Usually, Alexandria is the calm, strategic one, Fabian's the smart financial one and our tech guy, and I’m the leader.
Not by my choice. She’s never even raised her voice, at least around me she hasn’t, but now… Fuck, even I’m a bit nervous.
“Fuck you! I’m going,” she spits before turning around.
“In those heels? You wouldn’t even make it out of the car before you trip,” he chuckles.
She stops with her back toward him. She reaches down and takes off both her shoes. She turns and shoves them into Cash's hands before reaching into her bag and grabbing out a pair of what look like black flats. Do all women just carry spare shoes with them?
He smirks as she stands in front of him, now four inches shorter. He holds her heels out for her to take, but she shakes her head before turning away.
“To remember me by. You know…In case my distractive ass gets killed.” She grabs her bag and leaves the room slamming the door behind her.
Fury flashes across Cash's face as he clutches the heels. His eyes are locked on the door as if waiting for her to come back. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before shaking his head. When his eyes open, the rage is gone. He glances at me and rolls his eyes.
“That woman’s going to get you killed. Where did you find her?”
“She’s my chief marketing officer at my company. She’s basically third in command.”
“Well…” He glances back toward the door. “At least let me get some actual backup to go with you.”
“Or you could come and help talk to him. Maybe reason with him. You said you were close growing up.”
“Myles, you’re asking me to go against a man who’s been a brother to me since we were kids. I don’t agree with whatever the fuck he is doing. And honestly, Declan deserved to die. He wasn’t a good guy. But Quin and I…I don’t know if I can just watch you kill him. If you can even kill him.”
“Then come talk some fucking sense into him! Get him to release her!”
Cash huffs as he sits back into his chair. He glances one more time at the door before looking back at me.
“Fine. Let me make a few calls, and then we will go.”
“Where to?”
“His house in Arizona. It’s the only place I would think he would take her.”
“What’s his phone number?”
“You won’t be able to trace him. He’s smart, Myles.”
“You don’t know Fabian. That guy can find anyone.”
Cash rolls his eyes before he tells me the number. I send it to Fabian, and we wait. Five minutes later, my phone dings. A generalized 5-mile-wide area comes up on the screen. I show it to Cash, and he nods.
“That’s where the Arizona house is. Fuck. Okay. Let me make a few calls. You go try to convince Miss Liability not to go with us, and then I’ll meet you downstairs.”
He turns his focus back to his computer as he puts his cell phone to his ear.
“Thanks, Cash.”
“Don’t thank me yet. We might not make it out of this alive.”