Halfway to Redwood Academy with Sakura—who had been acting weird since we’d had s*x—in my passenger seat, Jett’s name flashed across the screen of my phone. I stopped at a red light, ran my hand over my face, and groaned. I couldn’t have one f*****g peaceful night to myself. Either he or his daughter had to f*****g ruin it with their bullshit.
But I needed to figure out where he had been hiding out. Because he wasn’t at his house.
“I need your help,” Jett said in a rush over the phone. “The mob is looking for me.”
Surprise, surprise. I wonder why.
Surprise, surprise. I wonder why.“Why would they be after you?” I asked. “You pay their bills.”
“Look, Callan,” he said. “They think I’m betraying them. I need you to talk to them.”
I could only imagine him pacing around a mansion and runni
