I sigh. “Rocky shot me. It grazed my shoulder. He was about to shoot me again when my teammate fired.”
They don’t say anything for a minute.
“Which shoulder?” Duke asks.
“Left.”
“Nelson, check,” Duke orders.
Nelson. Her husband. He yanks my jacket down and rips my shirt, exposing the bandages. He pushes the jacket back on my shoulder, making sure to apply pressure to the wound, which hurts like hell.
“First, we’ll take care of you,” Nelson says. “Then we’ll hunt down your teammate.”
Shit. It’s one thing to be partly responsible for the death of Delaney’s father, but I can’t take away her brother, too. However, it looks like I won’t have a choice.
“Hey, don’t you guys need to be at the service?” Maybe they’ll leave me alone, and I can escape.
“We have fifteen minutes,” Nelson says.
The car stops. We haven’t gone far. Duke gets out and pulls me out.
“Can I at least see?” I ask.
“Nope,” Nelson says.
I’m pushed forward.
“Walk,” Nelson orders.
Fuck. Well, my hands aren’t bound, so I can trip and grab my gun, but I have to move fast.
I take one step and fall. Before I have time to rip the bag off my head, I hit the ground. I yank the bag off and realize I’m in a very deep grave.
Beep. Beep.
Some type of truck is reversing. What the hell? I stand up and can reach just out of the hole, so I dig in my shoe and try to climb up. But I don’t get too far before a truckload of dirt falls on top of me, causing me to fall. It’s coming too fast. I can’t dig my way out, and it grows heavier and heavier.
Why the hell didn’t I listen to my brother? I’m sorry, Brian.
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CHAPTER1
Logan “Coff”Folger
“Where the hell is he?”Brian shouts.
I debate grabbing the IV and running into the bathroom to avoid him, but there’s no point. This confrontation is going to happen sooner or later.
My brother stomps into my hospital room. “What the hell, Logan?”
I sit up taller and wince from the bullet wound. “Nice to see you, too. I’m doing great, by the way.”
Brian shakes his head, then runs his hand through his hair as he walks to the window. “Fourteen years, I followed Rocky Manzia. I was this close.” He holds up his thumb and forefinger to show how close. “I had someone ready to flip on him. It took years to get him to agree. And he finally did. We were going to take down the entire Manzia operation. Do you have any idea how big it is?”
I sigh. “No, Brian, I don’t. Because you chose never to tell me anything about that family in all these years, including the fact that Rocky might show up while we were in the warehouse.”
