BAKER (Devil's Disciples Book 1)(38)

After some thought, he placed the gun on the wooden buffet beside him. He covered his face with his hands. “What are we going to do?”

“First things always come first.” I gestured toward the kitchen. “We’re going to have a drink.”

A low moan escaped him. He raked his fingers through his hair and turned away. “She’s not going to wreck this job, Bake. I won’t let her. Biggest job we’ve ever done, and she’s not going to put us in a trick bag.”

He’s completely lost his fucking mind. As I walked past the buffet, I nonchalantly grabbed his pistol and shoved it into the waist of my jeans. Once inside the kitchen, I poured two shots of tequila.

I slid one of them across the bar. “Not a word. Just drink it.”

I raised my glass and waited for him to raise his. When he did, I gave toast. “To Pat’s Gold and Jewelry.”

He wagged his eyebrows and downed the shot. As soon as his glass hit the counter, I poured it full and gave a crisp nod. “Just drink it.”

He complied, and then reached for the bottle. After downing a fourth of it in one long gulp, he lowered it to his side.

“I’m…I don’t…how the fuck did she find us?” he stammered.

“Who is she?”

He took another drink and then wiped his mouth on his bicep. “The girl from the bank.”

The two shots of tequila burned the back of my throat as my stomach rejected them. I fought to keep them down, hoping I could maintain a believable poker face, but doubted my attempt was a success.

Somehow, he’d found Andy. My mind raced to figure everything out, but all my thoughts ended up jumbled into an indiscernible wad of nothingness. The only thing I knew for certain was that I wanted her to remain safe.

I gestured toward the tequila. “What bank?”

He handed it to me. “The mouthy bitch from the job in Indio.”

I took a long pull from the bottle. I needed to figure out a way out of the mess I was in, and somehow save Andy in the process. I considered speaking, but took another drink instead.

“She’s staying next door.” He reached for the bottle. “I saw that bitch clear as day. Never forget that mouthy bitch’s face. Never.”

“Next door, huh?”

He took a drink and then nodded. “Been hiding shit above the kitchen cabinets in the clubhouse. Made a little cubby up there in the kickboard of Preston’s cabinets. It looks like she’s living up there now. Saw her a minute ago.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “You what? In the kitchen? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“There’s a pipe chase that goes from the first floor to the fucking roof. Instead of hiding shit in it in our clubhouse, I shimmy up to where Preston lived, and hide it in the kickboard of his old cabinets. I was putting some cash up there tonight, and she opened her cabinets. I saw the bitch through a slit in the fucking kickboard.”

Dumbfounded, and at a complete loss for words, I simply stared at him.

“She’s spying on us, I’m sure of it,” he said, his words thick with equal parts frustration and anger. “I’ll get that silencer out of the safe, and put one in between her eyes while she’s eating breakfast in the morning. We’ll just need to get her out of there before someone comes looking for her.”

“You’re not going to kill her,” I said flatly.

His eyes narrowed. “Why not?”

“Because you’re not.”

“We voted on it,” he snarled. “She’s a threat. Bitch said she’d make sure I fried for that robbery, and now her crazy ass is posted up next door. I know it’s her. I’ll never forget that bitch’s face.”

I may not have known my way out of the predicament I was in, but I knew one thing. I couldn’t let anything happen to her. I took a step in his direction and locked eyes with him. “You’re not killing her.”

“She’s going to turn us in, Bake.” He looked me up and down. “I’m gonna thump the bitch.”

“You’re not thumping her,” I growled.

He eyes thinned to slits. “Why not?”

“Because.” I drew a long breath and then exhaled slowly. “She’s the girl I’ve been fucking.”





TWENTY-THREE - Andy





“Tip the right side up a little bit,” Holly said. “It’s still crooked.”

I released the corner of the picture frame and took a step back. It looked perfect. I dragged my finger along the mortar joint. “It’s even with the bricks. That’s what matters.”

“It’s crooked. Come back here and look at it.”

I stepped to her side and studied the three picture frames. The one in the center wasn’t crooked. The one on each side was. “Compare them to the bricks,” I complained. “The bricks are straight. Now they’re all screwed up.”

“Okay,” she said. “Start on the left.”

I forced a sigh. “This is going to take all day.”

While Hank had the kids for the weekend, Holly and I were doing our best to get everything I’d purchased put in place. I was beginning to have my doubts if two days was going to be enough time.

“Hank would do stuff like this in ten minutes,” she said.