“Pull over right here,” Les tells Ryder, pointing to the curb across from two teenagers hanging out by the corner. “I guess Joe didn’t listen.”
I shake my head. “Doesn’t look like it, Boss.”
“This should be fun,” Gage says, practically bouncing in his seat; this is his favorite thing to do.
She turns to Leo. “I don’t know who else is here, so stay behind us.”
“I got it, baby,” he assures her.
“It’s Boss or Les out here. Ok?” she tells him, squeezing his hand to soften the blow. He jerks a nod in understanding.
We sit and watch several cars pull up, money and drugs exchanging hands. Les snaps a picture that I’m sure she will shove in Moretto’s face if needed. “Come on. “
We all climb out of the car, Ryder to her right and me to her left, Gage and Leo behind us. It’s the formation we
