Make My Move (Hannaford Prep #5) - J. Bree Page 0,2
selling herself?
“We’re not leaving without you,” I say, crossing my arms as she steps around me.
She gives me a look but the doors of the car are opening and it's clear she doesn't want to be arguing with me in front of the three guys who get out. They're dressed in cheap suits, hair slicked back and guns strapped to their belts but in the wrong position. It's an obvious show of power and intimidation, flashy and so fucking 'Mounty-slum-gangster' that I want to shove Lips in the car and leave.
They look around the empty parking lot and then assess us all one by one. Lips takes their eyes on her body without a flinch but the second they turn that scrutiny onto Avery, she steps in front of her until she is completely obscured from their view. There's something we can agree on.
I really don't want them getting a look at my cousin either.
If they don't hurry the fuck up, Ash is going to realize Avery is in danger here and come out fucking swinging. I let my eyes creep over to the Mounty but she's completely blank... nothing on her face at all even as the car door opens again and another man gets out.
With the sleazy smirk on his face, clearly he's the boss. What the fuck is the sleazeball paying her for if it's not sex?
“Hello, puss.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
What the fuck kind of nickname is that? I look him over again and I almost lose my head at the sight of the hard-on he’s so fucking nonchalant about. Inside the car Blaise snarls something, having spotted it too, and Avery snaps back at him, but I keep my attention on what the fuck is happening in front of me because if that piece of shit takes a single fucking step toward the Mounty, I’m going to kill him.
Lips isn’t as concerned as the rest of us. “Wire my money through and I'll give you the package.”
The creep smiles at her and waves a hand. One of his thugs pops the trunk of the car and pulls two bags out.
What the fuck is going on?
“Seriously? I told you I only deal in transfers,” Lips snaps at him and holy fuck, that’s her payment… two giant fucking bags full of cash? What the actual fuck did she do for him? I know she’s a fucking genius but there’s not all that much I can think of that would demand those sorts of prices.
My brain is still struggling to process when he says, “Sorry, puss. I didn't get the chance to pop this into the bank before they closed. You know how it is. How ‘bout you walk that sweet ass of yours over here and get your money?”
The tone he uses with her has my vision going red and my fists clenching with the need to beat the life outta him. “Like fuck.”
The guy takes note of me standing there with her, dragging his eyes over me like I’m a slab of meat for sale. Something stirs in my gut, something bad, because this man is a fucking predator if I ever saw one and I decide here and now that I’m never going to fucking let the Mounty out of my sight in the Bay again.
Whether she likes it or not.
“How about I double the payment and you give me him, puss?” Lips rolls her eyes at him, completely unrepentant as his eyes narrow at her sass.
“How about you get one of your little friends to bring me my money and I'll hand him the package so we can all get out of here, hmm?”
He laughs and waves his guys forward. One of the guys hands me the bags and the stench that comes off of him is fucking putrid. I almost fucking gag and Lips shoves a USB into his hands like she’s also trying to shove him away.
The guy walks back over to his boss and hands him the USB. The creep smirks and salutes her with it. “Pleasure doing business with you, puss.”
We all hold our breaths until the car is out of the parking lot completely. Once it’s out of view, Lips turns and holds her hand out for the bags of cash but I’m not handing them over… not when she’d probably just disappear into the night without us, so instead I head for the trunk of Morrison’s car. I tap it gently and Morrison pops it open for me.