callan
After I cooked pancakes for Sakura, I brought her home and dropped her off at the end of her street, like she had requested. She didn’t have many—if any—friends, so she had told me if a car dropped her off in front of her home, her dad would be suspicious.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” she hummed.
“Tomorrow at school, huh?” I asked, lips curled into a smirk. I took her chin in my hand and pulled her closer to me, kissing her on the mouth. “I thought you asked me for a pass from tomorrow’s class.”
She looked over her shoulder and grinned at me. “Maybe. Guess we’ll have to see.”
With that, she jumped out of the car, slammed my door, and hurried down the sidewalk toward her home. She glanced around, as if to look for neighbors outside in case she had to come up with an excuse as to why she had climbed out of an expensive car with tinted windows.
If we worked out, I didn’t know how the hell I would tell her parents that I had been sleeping with their daughter. She was roughly half my age and my Literature student.
Talk about a parent-teacher meeting.
Once I watched Sakura stroll up her driveway to the front door and slip into the house, I switched gears from park to drive and headed back home. If anyone saw me lingering here for too long, they might get suspicious.
I had left my phone at home, so I was Georgina-free for the rest of the day.
Leisurely, I drove through Redwood without a care in the world. I hadn’t gone back to get Jett’s wallet last night, and I hoped to fucking God that they found it and didn’t suspect me at all. Jett was an entitled asshole that I planned to eliminate as soon as possible.
Halfway to my house, I spotted a blacked-out SUV tailing me. I tightened my hand around the steering wheel and smirked. The Redwood mob had found the wallet and maybe even the evidence I had planted in Jett’s home.
They wanted to talk because they thought I had information. Just as expected.
When I turned the corner, I spotted a second car behind the first. And when I drove onto my street, there were two more parked out front. I could only imagine how many were already in my house, trying to find whatever kind of information they could.
I turned into my driveway and parked my car behind three other SUVs. Before I could even turn the car off, someone ripped my door open, yanked me out of the car, and slammed me onto the ground.
With a thud, I landed on my stomach. I glanced back up in time to see someone hurl the back of a machine gun right into my temple. Then, everything went black.
“Jett Harleen dropped his wallet at Escape last night while you and he were out, having drinks,” someone said, standing right in front of me.
I blinked a couple of times, the words drifting through my ears as I came into consciousness again.
“He had a card with Diego Fernandez’s number.”
“He’s your wife’s father,” Yui said, crossing her arms and glaring at me.
“I don’t know anything,” I mumbled, slowly regaining my composure.
“You were out with him last night.”
“He’s my wife’s father,” I said, sitting back up. My wrists were bound tightly behind my back and to the chair, my ankles bound to each chair leg. “Of course I’m going to be out with him. He’s been trying to convince me to fucking go with her on all her fancy little vacations to Europe.” I yanked on the rope. “Yui, is this necessary?”
“Yes, it’s necessary,” Rick Santos said.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” I growled and stared at Yui. “You’re going to let him talk for you? The leader of the Redwood mob is going to let some kid do her talk—”
She shoved her gun into my mouth and gritted her teeth. “Shut the fuck up, Avery.”
When she pulled the gun out, I pressed my lips together—not because I was scared, but because I wanted her to think I was.
She pursed her lips. “If you have no part in this, then prove it,” she sneered. “Kill Jett Harleen.”
A smirk almost tugged at my lips, but I pressed them together. I had expected nothing less from Yui. She had played right into my little fabricated lies, into the evidence I had planted in Jett’s wallet and home office last night.
“You want me to kill my wife’s father?” I asked, eyes growing wide.
Playing the fucking part.
“Yes.”
“What am I supposed to tell Georgina?”
“We all know you hate that bitch,” Yui spit. “Kill her father.”
“I’ll kill Jett, but I want out.”
“Are you fucking seri—” Ben, one of Yui’s men, started.
“He’s no use to us anymore,” Rick Santos said. “We have the in at the school.”
I furrowed my brow. The fuck does that mean? At school? In with what?
“We have as many girls as we need,” Rick said to Ben, talking among themselves.
“We can have more,” Ben said.
Girls? Girls for what?
“Quiet!” Yui said, commanding the attention of everyone here. She took a knife from her pocket and cut through my ropes. “You have yourself a deal, Callan Avery.” She held out her hand for me to shake. “You kill Jett Harleen, and we’ll release you from working with us.”