“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I found out some things you’re not going to like. That drug is a big problem, and the FBI has been fighting it in tandem with the CIA outside of the country. The person I spoke to said they shut it down, but if for some reason some slipped in, we need to handle it.”
Uh-oh.
He was right.
Greyson didn’t like that at all.
“How bad is it?”
Gene laughed as he walked toward Ethan’s ride.
“Let’s just say we have more problems than Corbin making bad decisions and sex trafficking. We’re about to be making some bad decisions too.”
Like getting sucked into this mess.
And once again, Corbin had dragged him into a shitshow, and they were going to be sinking fast.
Call it a hunch.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
John’s Pub
Same Time
Just Outside
Of Philadelphia
It was a slow pub day since the weather was getting sketchy, and it was a bye week in football.
For them, that was probably a good thing too.
Why?
John’s wife was making him a nervous wreck, and driving both of them insane in the process.
How?
With worry.
While John got it, understanding that Corbin was her only child, she was only going to piss him off if she didn’t back off.
As inWAYoff.
Ethan had been right to block their access to their son. If he knew Corbin like he believed he did, the man was resilient, tough, and could handle himself, but not with the two of them breathing down his neck.
Being a gay man in a straight man’s world had given him a tenacity that most people never had to have.
Because they were easily accepted.
Now, he’d put his faith in Corbin, and his two friends. They were like children to him, too, and he knew what it was like to have brothers have your back.
As a once soldier, it was common.
“You need to stop,” he finally said, when she was pacing as she waited for the food to be done.
When she looked over, he was finished with letting her take them both down with the stress.
