The Distance Between Us (MAC Security 3)

“What?”

He opens up the passenger door and jumps in, leaning his head back on the headrest. “Plan?” he asks.

“Huh?”

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He chuckles and turns his head to me, raising his brows. “What’s the plan?”

“I don’t have a plan,” I scoff, looking back at Wayward apartments and seeing Joel standing there with a few of his minions.

“Yeah, and I’m a fairy.” He rolls his eyes. “I want in on the plan.”

“No fucking way, this is police business.”

I ball my hands into fists, wanting him out of my SUV asap. Why the hell does he have to get involved? He’s always there and I’m getting sick and tired of seeing him around.

“This ain’t police business, this is you trying to protect Kitty and I want in.”

“Why?” I grind out, turning to face him with fire in my eyes. He’s a little too close to Kitty for my liking and I’m starting to think there’s more to it than them just working together. Did I miss something? Were they together? No, they couldn’t have been, Kitty would have told me, right?

“She’s like a little sister to me, she’s family, and family protects one another, so I want in.”

I scoff and shake my head. “Yeah, right.”

He growls low in his throat and smacks the dashboard with his open palm. “I know what you’re thinking and it’s not true. Me and Kitty, we’re close, but not like that. When you spend almost every day together on jobs, you get to know each other and I know her, probably better than you, but still I didn’t see it. I didn’t know she was taking those pills and that’s on me just as much as it’s on you, and I need to make it right. So I’ll be helping you whether you like it or not.”

I grip the steering wheel in my hands, my knuckles turning white. I don’t want him to help me, I don’t want him to have any part of this, but I can’t deny that having an extra set of hands will come in useful.

“How far are you willing to go?” I ask, my voice gruff.

“As far as I need to,” he replies and I turn my head to him, seeing it in his eyes that he’d move heaven and earth for her, just like I would.

“Good,” I tell him, tilting my head to where Joel is standing. “Take the bag off the back seat, plant it in his place tonight and then I’ll come in with my unit when you give the signal.”

He leans over the seats, picking up the bag and looking inside, whistling. “A setup?”

“Yep.”

He shakes his head and puts his hand on the door, ready to push it open. “I thought you’d have something more planned,” he says, his voice full of disappointment.

“Oh,” I chuckle. “Don’t you worry, he’s gonna get his.”

He pushes out of the SUV and walks off. With one final look at Joel, I smirk and turn the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life and driving out of there.

Step one of my plan is in place, now I just need to gather my unit and take him down.

We sit and wait for the confirmation to come through from Luke and as soon as I hear the ping of my cell and see his message, I give the signal for us to go.

We all pile out of our cars, guns drawn and in our formation as we jog to Joel’s apartment. Within the hour, he’ll be off the streets and behind bars, for much longer than he would have if I’d have done this a week ago. I need to make sure that he won’t be coming back into our lives for a very, very long time and this is the only way that I can do that. I know it’s not ethical, but when someone messes with your family you don’t give a shit about that.

I hold my hand up in the air, lifting three fingers and counting down until I have a closed fist and then I give Leroy the nod. He reels back, placing his boot on the door and kicking it open.

“Police!” I shout, heading straight to the bedroom where I know Joel is.

I grab for him as he tries to get out of the open window, lifting my arm and punching him in the jaw. He goes down onto the bed and I don’t waste any time cuffing him before lifting him up and walking him back into the living room where I tell all the guys to search the place from top to bottom.

“You won’t find a fucking thing,” he growls but I merely smirk at him. He doesn’t know what’s about to hit him. He’s done.