Part 38 (1/2)
This behavior had surprised Anthony. He'd thought people like Juan sold this stuff butwere smart enough not to partake. That was a myth. Juan and his men were all hooked, and the level of the box never went down.
”Do you need something?” Anthony closed the door and sat down as far to the left as he could to have a chance of reaching for his gun, if it came to that. ”You haven't up to now. Between making jokes about me and whispering with your friends, you've got it all under control. There's no need for me to be here.”
”You know why I haven't told you my plans?”
”Considering all I've given up to help you, I'd love to hear it.”
Anthony crossed his legs and clamped his mouth closed, trying to keep down the nausea as he watched Juan dip the tip of the gun into the cocaine again. He silently wished Juan just needed another hit.
”You with me, Mr. FBI, or you with G.I. Joe on the corner?”Juan neared and pointed the barrel under Anthony's nose. ”You want me to let you really work for me?” He pressed the barrel to the skin of his upper lip. ”Then show me you're with me.”
Of all the things that could've popped into Anthony's head, his talk with Annabel Hicks came to the forefront of his mind. The Bureau always knew what you did wrong, no matter how much you tried to hide it, and they didn't care what your reasons were. This was his line in the sand. If he crossed it he could still go back, but the return would be tainted.
”My uncle's a fool, but he's right about you,” Juan said.
The words weren't a commentary on the truth but, in Anthony's mind, a taunt. He looked directly at Juan and snorted the c.o.ke off the pistol, then repeated the action when Juan held it up on the opposite side.
Anthony felt like someone had pried s.h.i.+ngles off his eyes and he was seeing the world in its true bright colors for the first time. The drug pulsed through his system and wrapped seductively around his brain, making him feel euphoric enough to question why he'd fought so hard to keep this away from whoever wanted to use it.
”Tell me,” Anthony said. The barrel of Juan's gun was still pointed at his head, but he was flying too high to think about fear.
Juan put his gun down and his hand on Anthony's head.”Whatever you want to know.”
Annabel and her warnings melted from his thoughts as he looked at Juan. He'd taken his chances and now was in the stronghold people like Shelby and Joe would never find. There was only one difference in his plans. He would take Cain and Juan out, but no matter how that went down, the teak box was his. No way was he giving up the chance to feel like this again.
Chapter Forty-Seven.
”Hey, none of that.”Remi tried to reach up to touch Dallas, but the movement made her grimace in apparent pain. ”We knew this guy's signature, and Cain had Mano order the best body armor available for both of us. And the guys think I've been reading all those knight books for nothing.”
”Why didn't you tell me?” Dallas tried to keep from crying, but having Remi on her back appearing so vulnerable made her realize that no matter how she felt about her, she could lose her. ”When I saw that, I thought my heart would stop.”
”I'm sorry. I never expected it. Once I was on the ground, Simon got me in the car and out of there.” Remi held her hand and smiled.
”We're really going to have to do something about that front lock of yours.”
”I'm just glad you're all right. You're all right, aren't you?”
”I haven't been x-rayed yet, but our family doctor made a house call and said I probably have a couple of either bruised or cracked ribs. Don't worry. I'll be fine.”
”Since I have you at my mercy, I want to have that talk with you before we take this any further. It's the only way I can make this fair to you. You need to know the real me before you commit to anything.”
”Come closer,” Remi said. Dallas lay down carefully and tried not to add to Remi's pain. ”I want you to know how committed I am to you.”
The phone next to the bed rang and Dallas picked it up, thinking it was Kristen. ”Sorry,” she said to Remi.
”I know you're home, so don't think about avoiding me. I'm just around the corner,” Bob said, and disconnected.
”Who was it?” Remi asked.
”Bob, he wanted to see me, but it's”
Remi moaned, and she obviously didn't do it out of pleasure, but she rolled over and kissed Dallas. ”You don't want tois that what you were going to say?”
”It's hard to explain, but I have to put up with him. You might think I'm insane for doing it, but like he keeps reminding me, he's not going away.”
”I want you to let Emil deal with him. That way we can finally have that talk.”
Dallas sat up and ran her fingers through her hair to try and order it.
”Let me get rid of him and make him understand I need a few more days alone.” She backed out of the room, but when Remi said nothing, she came close to getting back into the bed. ”I'll be right back.”
Halfway down the stairs, Dallas heard the buzzer to the gate and ran to press the b.u.t.ton to release the lock. Even if she wanted Emil's help, she didn't notice him on her way out. Bob was already halfway through the courtyard and snarled when he saw her.
”You stupid b.i.t.c.h,” he said, and grabbed her arm. ”You honestly thought that d.y.k.e was going to ride in here and save you.” He yanked her, making her lose her balance and stumble. ”Know how I'm going to pay you back for going against me? We're going to call Johnny together and tell him where to find you so the sheriff can finally press charges for what you did. I can even give the sheriff the rock you used. What, you didn't think I noticed it sitting on your coffee table like some kind of trophy? Then you can tell dear old Dad where he can find your little sister.”
”What are you talking about?” Dallas asked in a panic. Kristen was someone she'd been careful to hide.
”You're a riot.” He laughed. ”She was as easy to find as you were to figure out. From the beginning I made a point of getting to know the one person in this world who knows you, Katie Lynn. I called that sick f.u.c.k you call a father.” He ran his finger down her cheek and across her lips. ”You've made enough money for me, and it'll serve you right to start warming Johnny's bed at night again.”
”Dallas, I'm sorry I took so long,” Emil said. Bob didn't let go of Dallas. ”Why don't you go inside and wait for me?”
”Dallas doesn't want you here. Tell him.” Bob squeezed her arm harder and pressed up behind her. ”Go back to wherever you came from.”
”Dallas,” Emil said gently as he wrapped his fingers around Bob's wrist. It didn't take much to break his hold, but when Dallas took a couple of steps back, Emil still didn't let go. ”Go on inside,” he repeated. ”Bob and I need to have some time alone.”
”Don't tell me you forgot what we were just talking about?” Bob said. His tight mouth showed Dallas he was trying to break Emil's hold. ”There's only one way to keep me quiet, so think before you throw everything away. And that's what it'll be, Dallas, you throwing it away. When Johnny gets back what you stole from him, it'll be your fault, but I'm sure he'll take his time with Kristen.”
Every word was like a nail pinning Dallas's feet to the ground. She couldn't move but she wasn't completely still. Bob's threats were making her shake like she did as a child and saw her father in the doorway of her room. Back then she didn't make a sound either, not wanting to wake Kristen in case her father turned his attention her way.
”It's going to be all right.” Emil c.o.c.ked his head toward the door.
Dallas took a deep breath and let her head fall back. Taking the step Emil was asking of her would free her of Bob, but he would savor taking her freedom away again.
”No, it's not going to be all right, and you know that,” Bob said, his voice close to a hiss.
”Let me make it easy for both of you then,” Emil said. He smashed his fist into the side of Bob's head. He fell like pins being hit by a bowling ball. ”Sorry you had to see that.”
”I would've been more sorry not to see it,” Dallas said, her attention on the rise and fall of Bob's chest. He appeared to be in a deep, peaceful sleep.
Emil laughed at her observation. ”Go ahead and join Remi, and I'll take care of this.”
Upstairs, Remi pressed her hand to her chest and sat up, pausing when the pain made her light-headed. The phone Dallas had just used was next to the bed and she figured it wasn't tapped, but she'd keep the call brief on the off chance it was.
”I need something.”
”Name it,” Cain said.