“I have to go to work,” I said to Sage, grabbing my wallet and walking to the garage. “No talking to Laila while I’m gone. She needs to fix something before she’s allowed back. And I don’t want her to find out that you’re here.”
We had been cooped up in here all day, and I needed to get back to work. I couldn’t have my brother continue to run things around here or else he’d get us all locked up. I loved him, but he was getting on my f*****g nerves.
Especially with that comment yesterday about my wife.
Did he want her? Was he planning to try to overthrow me? Maybe he wanted to turn me into the FBI. I didn’t know what the f**k he was up to, but he would never take what was mine from me. Ever.
“What should I do?” she asked. “All my stuff is back in the city.”
“I’ll have somebody bring yo
