serious ass chewing.
Nervousness rose in the pit of my stomach. Dane was in that flower truck. Shit.
“Dad?” I called out, and pulled from Elec, only to be tugged back.
“Not now, pumpkin,” he called over his shoulder, his words a little slurred from his high.
I held my breath as he made a beeline for the van. At the last moment, he veered left, rushing across the dirt road to Friedman's Floral Shop which had the misfortune of being located directly across the street from Pleasant Valley's most notorious address.
It was sad to think that everyone in town knew the Black Hearts were the ones that you needed to watch out for, the bad guys. I’d been no exception to that taint, although I’d never do anything to hurt anyone. Guilty by association.
While the Stone Wolves weren't to be messed with, it was largely thought that the Wolves would at least look out for their own. They did what they could to protect the community. Pride welled up inside of me, knowing that Lucky was one of the good guys. It wouldn’t be too long, and I’d be joining him. His brothers would most likely never accept me as their own, but I knew Lucky good and well. We’d just pack up and leave. Start a new life somewhere.
Wonder if he’ll let me take Grandma with me. There was no way in hell I was leaving without her.
I focused on the scene in front of me, a little unnerved by the fact that my father would attack the florist over supposed gun shots, and why the hell hadn’t I heard them?
Raphael, dressed in a black suit and tie, handsome leather dress shoes and his hair neatly coifed, darted across Poinsettia Drive as he held the front door of the flower shop in his sights.
Tom Friedman must have seen my father coming because the open door to the shop slammed shut, and the blinds closed as I watched.
"Open up, you coward!" Raphael screamed. When Tom didn't respond, Raphael held up his arm and waved twice, signaling for two of his men to circle the building. I half expected us to join them, but Elec murmured ‘no’ and kept me on the porch.
"What did I say about parking in front of my building?!" Raphael screamed. "Huh?! What did I say?! I don't want your shitty flower van corrupting my view! I didn't renovate my whole club house to have that lemon of a delivery van fuckin' up the view!" Suddenly, he shifted his words at me. “Selene, is this where the Feds are?”
Yell as he might, though, Friedman wasn't coming outside. Little did Raphael Delgado know, Tom Friedman wasn't even remotely scared of him. Tom was part of the sting operation from what Dane and Lucky had told me.
There might just be some justice somewhere in the events to come. Doubtful, but one can always hope.
Chapter 14
Dane
“Get in here,” Caroline Wren opened the door and tugged me in before giving me a ‘what the fuck’ look.
“We have to do something. Now.” I moved back and pulled out my phone, trying to get a hold of Lucky again. I glanced up at the sound of Raphael Delgado screaming just outside the building.
Good. The gunshots worked. Now to get Selene out.
"We've got activity," Dennis Leech said as he peered through the peep hole in the flower shop door. His voice almost held a touch of excitement, which I understood all too well. I’d been working on the case of the last year legally, but far longer than that. I’d lived in Pleasant Valley all my life. Any man with a sense of right in their bones wanted to rid the town of the darkness that was the Delgados. Well, almost all of them. Selene didn’t belong in the bunch. Shitty situation, but hopefully that was all about to change.
The man that Raphael Delgado knew as Tom Friedman was really Dennis Leach, Special Agent for the DEA - The Drug Enforcement Administration for the United States of America.
"Yeah, but which kind remains to be seen!" Caroline Wren spat as she moved up beside Dennis and lifted a pair of binoculars to her face. I had to smile. Carline didn't even bother
Nervousness rose in the pit of my stomach. Dane was in that flower truck. Shit.
“Dad?” I called out, and pulled from Elec, only to be tugged back.
“Not now, pumpkin,” he called over his shoulder, his words a little slurred from his high.
I held my breath as he made a beeline for the van. At the last moment, he veered left, rushing across the dirt road to Friedman's Floral Shop which had the misfortune of being located directly across the street from Pleasant Valley's most notorious address.
It was sad to think that everyone in town knew the Black Hearts were the ones that you needed to watch out for, the bad guys. I’d been no exception to that taint, although I’d never do anything to hurt anyone. Guilty by association.
While the Stone Wolves weren't to be messed with, it was largely thought that the Wolves would at least look out for their own. They did what they could to protect the community. Pride welled up inside of me, knowing that Lucky was one of the good guys. It wouldn’t be too long, and I’d be joining him. His brothers would most likely never accept me as their own, but I knew Lucky good and well. We’d just pack up and leave. Start a new life somewhere.
Wonder if he’ll let me take Grandma with me. There was no way in hell I was leaving without her.
I focused on the scene in front of me, a little unnerved by the fact that my father would attack the florist over supposed gun shots, and why the hell hadn’t I heard them?
Raphael, dressed in a black suit and tie, handsome leather dress shoes and his hair neatly coifed, darted across Poinsettia Drive as he held the front door of the flower shop in his sights.
Tom Friedman must have seen my father coming because the open door to the shop slammed shut, and the blinds closed as I watched.
"Open up, you coward!" Raphael screamed. When Tom didn't respond, Raphael held up his arm and waved twice, signaling for two of his men to circle the building. I half expected us to join them, but Elec murmured ‘no’ and kept me on the porch.
"What did I say about parking in front of my building?!" Raphael screamed. "Huh?! What did I say?! I don't want your shitty flower van corrupting my view! I didn't renovate my whole club house to have that lemon of a delivery van fuckin' up the view!" Suddenly, he shifted his words at me. “Selene, is this where the Feds are?”
Yell as he might, though, Friedman wasn't coming outside. Little did Raphael Delgado know, Tom Friedman wasn't even remotely scared of him. Tom was part of the sting operation from what Dane and Lucky had told me.
There might just be some justice somewhere in the events to come. Doubtful, but one can always hope.
Chapter 14
Dane
“Get in here,” Caroline Wren opened the door and tugged me in before giving me a ‘what the fuck’ look.
“We have to do something. Now.” I moved back and pulled out my phone, trying to get a hold of Lucky again. I glanced up at the sound of Raphael Delgado screaming just outside the building.
Good. The gunshots worked. Now to get Selene out.
"We've got activity," Dennis Leech said as he peered through the peep hole in the flower shop door. His voice almost held a touch of excitement, which I understood all too well. I’d been working on the case of the last year legally, but far longer than that. I’d lived in Pleasant Valley all my life. Any man with a sense of right in their bones wanted to rid the town of the darkness that was the Delgados. Well, almost all of them. Selene didn’t belong in the bunch. Shitty situation, but hopefully that was all about to change.
The man that Raphael Delgado knew as Tom Friedman was really Dennis Leach, Special Agent for the DEA - The Drug Enforcement Administration for the United States of America.
"Yeah, but which kind remains to be seen!" Caroline Wren spat as she moved up beside Dennis and lifted a pair of binoculars to her face. I had to smile. Carline didn't even bother
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