Cracker’s POV
“This is getting ridiculous!”
Ok, so I was a little pissed. It had been a week and absolutely nothing had happened! Other than going to work with Steel hot on my heel for the past five days and not allowed to even go to the bathroom alone, Jones along with everyone else, had remained completely under the radar. No more mysterious deaths, no cops creeping around the property, and no strange extortion schemes.
Everything was quiet.
Too quiet!
“Oh yeah?” Grace countered from behind the desk, using Cook’s kitchen as her own. “What’s that?”
“This!” I exclaimed and folded my arms frustrated over my chest. “Just waiting around? What the f**k?”
I hated the waiting game. And what I hated even more---
“The men know what they’re doing,” Ashly countered, who now was screwing Coba
