“f**k, she knows about him owing us money. I was right, she's trying to prove herself to the club." Tight-lipped, I slam my fist into the side of my car. The black paint dents from the impact, and I shake my hand out. The pain pulsing through my knuckles. If she f***s up, the governor could have her killed.
“She's there to grab that b***h, isn't she?" Viper puts two and two together.
“Yeah, or his son-in-law. He teaches there too doesn't he?" I look to Viper.
“Yeah, he does. You think Farrah will f**k him?" he asks.
My neck cracks with that question. I can't even begin to think about that.
“I don't f*****g know, but standing here talking to you ain't going to find her." Stepping past him, I jerk the door open to my car and slide in behind the wheel.
“You couldn't find some b***h w
