Chapter Thirty-Six
Darius was tired, and his mood showed it. For the last week and a half, he’d slept somewhere different every night and was always on the move. Word on the street was that another attempt to take him out was coming.
It had been six days since he met with Tasha, and he was starting to doubt the decision to have her deal with the problem. She claimed to be big-time, but Darius had seen nothing to prove it.
All she'd asked from him was for a pair of disposable phones, two thousand dollars for expenses, and a secluded place to work. He hadn’t heard anything from her in three days. For all he knew, she was out of town on another job.
The car he was riding in pulled to a stop in a parking lot, and another vehicle stopped next to it. Two fast-food bags were passed to Darius’
