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“Guess you’re on your own for a while, Sainte,” Emma says.
“Yep, looks that way.”
After Ice and Emma leave, I decide to enjoy the quiet for as long as I can. I walk to one of the couches, grab the remote, and plop myself down.
About an hour goes by, and I am engrossed in a rerun episode of Criminal Minds when my cells rings. I pull it out of my pocket and look at the screen. It’s Michael. That was fast; I hope nothing is wrong.
“Hello,” I say into the phone.
“Sainte, it’s Michael.” No shit.
“Caller ID, Mikey. What’s up.”
He laughs. “Oh yeah, forgot. So I just got off the phone with Santino. Are you ready for this? He wants to sell, but I don’t know if Ice can afford his price.”
“What’s he want?” I ask. I have to say, Michael is probably right. I know Santino, and he’s not gonna let that little goldmine go cheap.
“Well, it took some convincing, and frankly it wasn’t until I knew what he was doing there that he agreed.”
“How much, Mikey?”
“Five hundred thousand.”
Fuck.I know Ice has money, but I’m sure he doesn’t have that kind of money. “Okay, let me talk to Ice. He had an errand to run. I’ll get back to you.”
“Wait, there’s more,” Michael says into the phone.
“What?”
“You know I don’t tell people how to run their families. I involve the Vitalis into business and dealings I approve. He is going to move the trafficking elsewhere. I can’t make him stop. But we can shut him down in Edinboro.”
“In all honesty, I think that’s all Ice wants. He knows he can’t make it go away, but he can get it the hell out of his town.”
“Good, I just wanted to make sure you all understood that. I know you do, but I wasn’t sure about Ice.”
“Okay, let me talk to him when he gets back, and we’ll give you a call. Thanks, Mikey.”
“Anything for you and the MC. You know that.” He disconnects the line.
Chapter 19
Honey
Tara and I finish with Brianne’s room. I’ve made sure all our rooms are close together. I am really enjoying Tara’s company, and I hope that even when she gets on her feet, she decides to stick around here. I hope Brianne is nice. I met her once when I went with Emma and Hawk to visit her. She seemed nice.Hawk. Don’t think about it, Honey. Keep busy.
“Well, it looks like we’re all done here. Ready to go back downstairs?” I ask Tara.
“Yep, sounds good. I’m hungry.”
“Yeah, me too. That protein bar I had this morning didn’t last.”
We laugh as we make our way downstairs. When we get to the bottom of the steps, Sainte is asleep on the couch. I turn back toward Tara and hold my finger up to my lips. “Shhhh, he’s asleep,” I whisper.
She follows me into the kitchen, and I pull out some lunch meat, mayo, and tomatoes from the fridge.
“How does a sandwich sound?” I ask.
“Great.”
