Worth Fighting For (Fighting to Be Free 2)

Dodger just grunted his response and headed straight for the coffeepot, making a fresh batch and pouring himself a large black coffee. When he was done, he turned to me and his eyes narrowed. “I hope this is important. I just left a ballet dancer in my bed. Most flexible legs I’ve ever seen.”

I smiled and wiped my hands on a rag as I nodded toward the stairs. “Let’s go upstairs. I need to talk to you guys,” I said.

Upstairs in my office, I sat on the black leather sofa and waited for them to sit, too. As I opened my mouth to speak, Dodger piped up first. “I know you’re going to want updates, but there’s not much to tell. Nothing’s happened since last night. Lewiston says Alberto isn’t getting out anytime soon.”

Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for me, Alberto had been at the Salazars’ cocaine laboratory on Thursday when Detective Lewiston and ten of his trusty officers had conducted simultaneous raids on the Salazars’ businesses. They’d taken down most of their crew too and impounded all their shit. They had enough evidence to send them down for a very long time. The elder Salazar brother would spend most of his life in jail, from what I’d heard. But that still left the problem of the younger brother, the one whose heart I wanted on a plate.

“No word on Mateo?” We’d had the feelers out, people looking for him everywhere, but no one had seen or heard from him since Thursday after I’d spoken to him on the phone and told him to run.

Dodger shook his head, taking another sip of his coffee. “Nothing. He’s gone.”

I frowned angrily. “Keep looking. I need to know Ellie’s safe.”

Dodger leaned forward, setting his mug on the table, his eyes on me. “She is safe. Mateo wouldn’t dare come back now. He’s lost everything; his brother is in jail, and we all know Alberto was the brains behind their particular organization. Most of Mateo’s crew are banged up, he’s lost everything. What would he possibly gain from coming back? He knows you’re after him, he’s not going to be stupid enough to try anything with her again. He wouldn’t dare.”

I scowled down at the table, watching the steam rise from the mug in a swirl. Dodger thought he was right, and maybe he was, but in the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the fear that Mateo was just biding his time. Men who had nothing to lose were the ones you needed to worry about because they were the most dangerous. I’d never be able to rest easy until I knew Ellie was 100 percent safe, and that meant I needed to find that fucker and kill him.

“Just keep looking,” I instructed. “I know I might be being overprotective, but I want a tail on Ellie until he’s found.”

Ray nodded quickly, his eyes sympathetic. He knew more than anyone how much I loved this girl; he’d seen the lengths I went to after I was arrested, and it was his family member I sent on an all-expenses-paid trip to cheer my girl up. He’d also been the one who had found the private investigator to keep me informed about her while she was in England with Toby. He knew she was everything to me; maybe he was imagining himself in my position, how he would feel if it were his wife in danger. Dodger didn’t quite get it because he’d never had a serious girlfriend before, just the occasional fling that he dropped when they lost his interest.

Dodger yawned loudly, putting his hand up to cover his mouth. “Is that what you woke me up for? I was awake half the night, only saw your message by chance when I got up to piss, otherwise I’d still be in bed with the ballerina right now,” he grumbled.

I shook my head, leaning back in my chair, hoping they wouldn’t be too pissed off with me. “No, that wasn’t it. I wanted to tell you guys first...Ellie and I got back together last night.” I grinned proudly, my heart squeezing as I said the words.

Ray’s mouth popped open in shock and then stretched into a wide grin; Dodger fist-pumped the air and then held out his hand to slap me a high five. “That’s great, bro! Does this mean you’re gonna stop walking around with a face like a slapped ass?”

I laughed and shrugged one shoulder, returning his high five before shaking Ray’s hand in a very grown-up gesture. His eyes shined with happiness as he grinned at me. “I’m so happy for you, Kid. You deserve good things, and I know how much you care about her and how much it tore you both up when you split.”

A pang of regret sparked in my stomach. I should have been honest with her at the start; things would have been so different and we wouldn’t have wasted the last couple of years trying to pretend we were happy.

“Thanks, guys, I couldn’t be happier. But it does mean making a few changes.” They were both looking at me expectantly. “I’ll be leaving the organization.”

Dodger burst out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. “That was a good one,” he chortled. But Ray’s eyes tightened as he sat back in his chair, his posture now stiff. He understood. I sat quietly, waiting for Dodger to catch on to the fact that I was being serious. Slowly, his laughter died out and he looked from me to Ray and back again.

“Ah, shit. This isn’t a joke?” he asked, his forehead creasing in a frown.

I shook my head. “No, sorry.” I cleared my throat, looking at them both apologetically. “I want to make a life with her, and that means leaving all this behind.” I waved a hand around the office in example.

“You going to quit boosting, too?” Ray asked.

“I’ll be leaving everything. Ellie deserves me to be the guy she thinks I am, the guy I was when we were together the first time. I want that, too,” I explained. “I’ll have lawyers draw up the papers to have the haulage firm and the security contracts transferred into your names, split equally. I’m going to sell one of the downtown clubs so I can get some capital, and I’m going to keep Red’s because, you know, I named it after her and stuff. Other than that, you guys can have the other clubs, too. You two can do what you want with the businesses: sell them, break them down, whatever.” It was my parting gift, a multimillion-dollar enterprise that had been left to me and that I was now passing on to good hands.

Dodger held up a hand. “Wait, wait, wait. Why are you giving it to us? You could sell everything, buy a giant yacht, and sail your girl around the world or something. I don’t understand.”

I shrugged. I’d thought about it, but I just didn’t need all of that, and I was pretty sure Ellie wouldn’t be comfortable using that money knowing where it came from. I would sell one of the clubs for sure. Ellie’s mother’s medical bills would be piling up, and I wanted to be in a position to take care of those for her and relieve that stress on the family. I’d keep Red’s because it had sentimental value to me—and of course I’d need some form of income. But I didn’t need the lavish lifestyle I had now.

All I ever needed was Ellie.

We both deserved a fresh start and clean break. We’d never build a great future if we were always riding off the past.

“I just want to start again, on my own terms,” I explained.

Dodger’s lips pursed as he thought about what I’d said, but Ray got it. He nodded and sighed deeply. “So you’re serious? What are you going to do with yourself?” he inquired.

I shrugged and felt the weight of responsibility lift off my shoulders. I could do anything I wanted. “Not sure. Maybe I’ll start my own garage or something. Fix cars instead of stealing them, for a change. I always wanted to be a mechanic when I was younger.” The possibilities were endless, and I had the rest of my life to figure it out with Ellie by my side. I’d never meant to slip into this life

in the first place, but now here was my opportunity to get out of it all, and I was grabbing that opportunity with both hands and running with it.

“But won’t you miss it? The thrill, the excitement?” Dodger asked, his voice skeptical.

I shook my head, grinning moronically. “I won’t have time to miss it. I’ll be too busy worshipping Ellie.” Starting this afternoon!

Dodger’s lip twitched with a smile. “You are so whipped.”

I shrugged, unashamed. “When you meet the one for you, everything will make sense,” I told him and smiled over at Ray, who nodded in agreement. He’d found his one a long time ago. “Ellie’s my everything. It’s all a new adventure and I can’t wait,” I added. “So now you two need to work out where you want to take the organization in the future. It’s yours now.” I sat back and interlaced my fingers behind my head, perfectly at ease as they looked at each other before the discussions started.

They were still deep in conversation two cups of coffee later, when Ellie’s number flashed up on my phone. “Hey, little girl.”

There was a muffled crackling on the line, then she spoke. “Jamie?” Her voice sounded off; the way she said my name, almost as a plea, made my spine straighten. A sharp yelp of pain from her made my whole body go cold. “Help me,” she begged.

Those two words were like a knife to my heart. My stomach bottomed out.

“Ellie?” My voice was almost a whisper, and then another voice was on the phone, one I recognized, the Spanish twang to it making my teeth snap shut with an audible click as rage engulfed me.

“If you want her, come and get her. I’m at the docks next to where I used to own a thriving fucking business before you fucked everything up. You have exactly half an hour before I slit her throat and let her bleed out,” Mateo Salazar instructed.

My body jerked; my hand gripped the phone so tightly I was surprised I hadn’t crushed it. My mind was whirling. The docks. I knew the place he was talking about, and it was at least a forty-minute drive away. “It’ll take me longer to get there!”

“Better drive fast then, hot shot,” he snapped. “Come alone. If I see anyone but you, she dies. If you’re even one minute late, she dies. If you tell anyone, she dies.”