Fighting Connol 2 In Jack's Arms Roxie Rivera

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delivery."
"It's all been arranged. Besian wanted you on this one." Ben pulled a garage door opener from
the pocket of his jeans and pressed the button. "Make a left when you hit the street."
Uneasy and wondering if Besian had set him up, Jack put the car in drive. Out on the street, a
silver SUV followed close. He recognized the driver as Karl and figured Ben had given him orders to
trail them so he could pick them up and take them to the warehouse after dropping off the car.
Curious about Ben, he asked, "So you do this sort of thing a lot?"
"You writing a book or something?"
"No. Just making small talk."
"Small talk is dangerous for men like you."
"Men like me?"
"Clean guys," Ben said, stretching out his legs. "Nine-to-five, tax paying, middle-class,
American dreamers like you."
"Bitter much?"
Ben laughed. "Hardly."
"Look, I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here. I'm going to do this job, and
you'll never see me again."
"For your sake, I hope that's true."
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "Are you threatening me?"
"Do I look fucking stupid? I saw your brother fight during the tournament. Like I need three
Connolly brothers up my ass? No, thanks." Ben traced the gleaming wood on the dash. "I mean that it's
best for you to stay out of this life. Men like you have a lot to lose if you get caught up in it."
"And men like you? Don't you have anything to lose?"
"Not anymore." Ben inhaled a long breath and stared out the window. "Considering what
Besian is doing to keep your woman safe, this is the very least he could have asked of you. Just keep
your head down tonight and get the cars to the shipping containers. When it's done, go home and forget
it ever happened."
Jack had a feeling Ben had been asked to do much, much more than simply chopping stolen
rides and moving hot cars. He would heed the younger man's advice and give the auto shop a wide
berth when this was finished.
"You have the gate code?" Jack asked as they pulled up to the guard station at one of the city's
new gated community developments.
"They know to let me through," Ben said, leaning over to chat with the guard. When the gate
was opened, Jack rolled through and Ben indicated a smaller mansion just inside the entrance. "That
one. Pull into the driveway and wait for one of the garage doors to rise."
Jack did as told and slipped into an empty spot inside the five car garage. Feeling
claustrophobic as the garage door slid closed, he climbed out of the car and scanned his surroundings.
He suddenly wished he had tucked a pistol into the waistband of his jeans or a backup piece in an
ankle holster. He didn't like the exposed, vulnerable sensation that crept along his spine and into his
chest.
"Ben! Mano!" Flanked by four men, Lalo Contreras emerged from a side door. Wearing a white
track suit and dripping with gold chains and diamonds, he looked every bit the stereotypical mid-
level drug dealer and enforcer. "Did you bring back my baby?"
"She's happy to see you." Ben opened the rear passenger door and gestured for the cartel man to
get inside. "Let me show you the new traps."
Traps? And then Jack finally understood why this delivery had to be made under the cover of
darkness.
Standing to the side, Jack indulged his curiosity and watched Ben demonstrate the artfully
hidden hidey holes in the car's interior. The entire time Jack had been driving, he hadn't once noticed
anything out of the ordinary about the vehicle. Ben used a series of activation steps adjusting the
temperature, lowering the driver's side window and turning on the radio to disengage the locks on
the traps. One tap of his fingers along the door panel and the trap popped open to reveal a space
where money, drugs and guns could be hidden.
"It's nice, man." Lalo smiled as he complimented Ben's work. "You really outdid yourself on
this one."
"I'm all about pleasing my customers."
"I'm very pleased." Lalo slid out of his car. He snapped his fingers and one of his
crewmembers stepped forward with two envelopes, one much thicker than the other. He slapped them
against Ben's palm. "One for the shop, and one for you."
"Thanks."
"You always come through for me. I like a man I can trust."
"Come see me if you need anything else."
"Oh, I will." Lalo's attention flicked to Jack. "Can we talk, man? Alone?"
"Sure." He didn't want to speak one-on-one with the drug dealer, but the possibility that the man
might have an offer that would help Abby tempted him to cross that line.
Lalo made sure they were alone in the far corner of the garage before speaking. "Let me throw
it out there, Jack. I don't know you, but I know about your girl. She's done some solids for my people,
giving loans and making fair buys, so I'm going to be straight with you."
"All right."
"That night manager of hers? His kid owes me twenty-five large on a coke deal he fucked. The
interest on that?" His hand slid higher and higher, indicating the rising amount. "It's getting out of
hand. I can't let the account slide much longer, me entiendes?"
"Yes." His chest tightened as he considered the myriad ways Lalo might collect on Leonard and
Dan.
"I know that pendejo thought he could make back that cash by fencing stolen shit that crackhead
Flea was stealing from houses in my territory houses like the one that belonged to Mando
Fernandez. Now they're both jammed up and I've got my boss so far up my ass& " Lalo didn't finish
the thought. Shaking his head, he said, "I don t care if you've seen the tape or not. Everyone thinks you
have so it doesn t matter, but you know what does matter? That hit didn't have a green light from the
home office. It was a rogue deal."
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