Chapter 6

6

Shit. Shit. Shit. This was the last thing they needed. Trey Grundenman listened to the news update on his phone and fought shitting his own pants. This ruined everything.

What was Steve thinking ? Steve had screwed up. He had seriously screwed up. But Steve hated to lose and had hated to have women not do what they were told. And there was something about Steve's so-called ex—that bitch Heather—that had made Steve fucking stupid sometimes. Made Steve take things with her to the extreme.

Trey had to figure out what to do now. Before his ass ended up in jail and everything was destroyed. Or worse, the people they worked with in Wichita Falls decided to clean house. In the bloodiest way possible.

Trey's phone rang.

" Start cutting people loose. Keep people underground ," the voice was furious, biting, and cold. " Everything has hit the fucking fan. If we're going to stay alive, we need to keep our asses out of it."

"How bad is it?" All Trey knew was what he could see on his phone. TSP shootings and dead cops everywhere.

"Steve's going to die." The voice hitched. They'd all known Steve. Been friends for decades. They were like…brothers. Fear and grief for his friend mingled. "It's…he took one to the head. That bastard Kimball took him out. Over that Coleson bitch Steve was so fucking hot for. And Bell's gone too. And Joey—Joey took one to the back. Died out there in the damned dirt."

Trey cursed. Fought the grief. Joey, Luke, Steve—they'd been his friends his entire life, it seemed. Now? Without them all—everything had just gone to shit fast. "It's just the three of us now. What do we do now?"

" We stay alive. And get the fuck out of Finley Creek while you still can."