“He won’t take a shit without me knowing about it.” He grinned wide, his green eyes crinkling at the corners from the force.
“You’re so disgustin', bro,” Jordan said, his nose wrinkled up. “Why you gotta talk like that?”
“Like what?” Kyle asked, shrugging and acting like the innocent that we all knew he wasn’t. “I’m just sayin' I’ll be watchin' him.”
“No.” Jordan stood, his six-foot-five height towering over Kyle’s mere six foot. “You had to mention him shittin’, and now I got an image in my head that I don’t want.” He scrubbed his hand over his dark-skinned face. “All I can see now is you standing and watching that dick take a fuckin' shit!”
Kyle’s head reeled back, but he was never one to stop his emotions when they came forth, so his blast of laughter was expected. “Oh man, Jord, you get so upset over the smallest of things.”
“Smallest of things?” Jordan asked, his brows now high on his forehead.
“Yep, remember back when we were in our early twenties, and I borrowed your sneakers—”
“You didn’t borrow them!” Jordan bellowed. “You stole them, and then lost them.” He took a step closer to Kyle. “Which you didn’t replace, by the way. You still owe me a pair of Jordans.”
Kyle waved his hand in the air and scoffed at the same time my cell vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, seeing Hut’s name flash on the screen.
“Guys—”
“I told you I’d get you another pair, you’ve got no patience, dude.”
“Patience?” Jord shook his head. “It’s been over a decade and you still haven’t replaced them!”
“I—”
“Guys! Shut up!” I held my cell in the air. “Hut’s calling.”
All conversations stopped, and I pressed the green button to answer the call. “Hut.”
“Brody.” His heavy breathing came over the line, and I grimaced at the sound. “I need you to come to my place. Someone has stolen my stash.”
I frowned, staring at the guys in turn. Kyle’s floppy, light-brown hair was wafting back and forth as he searched all of our gazes, but Ryan was focused entirely on me, trying to garner what was happening from my facial expression alone.
Ryan could read people like he read a book without a second thought. He’d learned the skill on the streets of Detroit and brought it with him, homing in on it and becoming an indispensable member of the team. The four of us were family, a family whose ties were deeper than anything I’d ever had before.
“Do you know who?”
“Fuck knows!” There was some rustling over the line. “Quinn and Jace are coming back now to help too. We just got back, and I’ve been fuckin' raided.”
“Where’s Lola?” I heard Ford ask in the background, and my stomach dipped. There was no way Lola would do this, would she?
“Go check her room,” Hut told him. “Brody?”
“Yeah.”
“Be here in ten.”
The line dropped, and I pulled my cell away from my ear. “Shit.”
“What?” Ryan asked.
“Someone stole his stash. He wants me to be there.” I scrubbed my palm over my face. “I gotta go.” I pocketed my cell and backed away. “I’ll try and get away again in a week or two. In the meantime, if anything comes up, send me the code.” I didn’t wait for any of them to answer as I spun around and dashed out of the warehouse.
Hut wanted me there in ten minutes, but I was at least a fifteen-minute drive away. I ran every light I could without being a danger to anyone else, I sped down streets that I would have pulled someone else over for, but all that mattered
was not getting into Hut’s bad books. If I were late, he’d suspect me. Maybe that was why he wanted me to be there? Last in the crew was the least trusted, right? I turn up, and then a month later, his stash in his house goes missing?
It’d help if I even knew where he kept his stash.