He jerks a nod, folding his large frame into the too-small car. It fires up with a roar, echoing through the garage. Damn. I should have chosen that car.
Ryder slowly backs it out while Gage and Leo close the garage doors. I jump into the driver’s seat of Gage’s Range Rover; Leo and Gage cram Playboy in between them. No sooner than I hit the button to start the car, I hear sirens wailing in the distance.
“s**t,” I mutter, shoving it in drive and tearing off behind Ryder.
Five minutes my ass.
Ten minutes later, we are sitting at the docks where my shipments come in. The shipping containers are mostly for show, but I have legit stuff shipped out of here. We pull in behind them for cover.
I look at Leo. “You good?”
“I’m good, baby,” he says with a smile.
I look at Playboy. “Don’t try a
