Page 60 of Fearless

Mav’s mouth opens and closes as Alana looks between the two of us.

“We should probably get out of here,” she suggests. “Unless you’re expecting the others to follow?”

“No. Victor sent him. They’re not following,” I state. “Let’s go.”

With a glance at each of them, I turn my back on Razor and walk away, without giving a single shit about ending his life.

We thank Kai for his support and after apologizing for leaving the second-in-command to a rival gang dead in his warehouse, he thankfully offers to send in his own crew to handle the cleanup.

Happily taking him up on the offer, and aware that I’m going to owe him more than a few favors for this, we take off.

The walk back to the truck and then the drive home is mostly in silence.

We’re all on full alert.

If Victor knew that was a setup, then it stands to reason that he could have men placed at any point between Hazard Grove and my house.

It’s not until we pull back into the garage, the door closing behind us, and I kill the engine that we all breathe a sigh of relief.

“Well, one down, two to go, huh?” JD deadpans.

“That was too easy,” I muse.

My concern is met with silence.

“Maybe they weren’t suspicious? Maybe Victor really thought it was a legit meeting?” JD offers, focusing on the positive side of the situation.

“Yeah, maybe,” I mutter, not believing it for a second. “Fuck,” I bark, slamming my hand down on the wheel. “I wish we fucking knew where they were.”

Again, no one says anything. There is nothing to say. If they had the answer, they’d have told us by now.

“Come on, let’s go in. We’re not going to achieve anything sitting out here.”

Pushing the door open, I slide out and march toward the house.

A door slams behind me before footsteps move closer, and by the time I step into the house, JD is right behind me.

“Where’s Alana and Mav?” I ask when I glance back and don’t see them.

JD’s eyes lock with mine as he silently says, ‘Where the fuck do you think they are, asshole?’

“He’s okay, though, right?” I ask with a wince.

It wasn’t so long ago that I really didn’t give two shits about how Maverick Murray was. How things can change.

“I know as much as you do. Your guess is as good as mine.”

I let out a heavy sigh. He’s right. Alana snuck into the back of the truck with him, and although they were alert on the way back, they didn’t release each other.

I’m not entirely sure who was comforting who, or if they both needed it after what went down.

Mav might be a brutal motherfucker who’s put more than a few corrupt gangsters in the ground over the years. But something tells me that putting your father down hits a little differently from all the others.

I obviously wouldn’t know, but I really fucking hope to soon.

One down, two to go.

Trudging into the kitchen, I reach into the top cupboard and pull out a bottle of whiskey, twisting the top as JD reaches for glasses.