Chapter 87
87
They were just there . Trey had just ordered Ashton to break down the fucking door of the vault if he had to. Spencer was usually the one who opened the doors. Those damned hinged latches were always hard to open. But Ashton was a prima donna. He couldn't get it to open and needed someone to wipe his ass for him. Guy was such a pansy wuss. He was probably a damned virgin too. Would whine and have the girl involved undo his damned zipper for him. Probably wouldn't know what to even do next.
Be like an idiot fucking a blow-up doll or something.
It had been a while for Trey. When this was over, he was going to find himself a girl. Have a good time. Forget everything that had gone wrong. Then…then he was going to find Fucking Heather and take that bitch out once and for all.
The cops had released Spencer and Bryce's names to the news that morning. Everyone was talking about them. Like they were criminals or something.
Well, he supposed that was what they were.
Damned criminals.
He liked to consider himself more of a businessman than a criminal. Wasn't it the same difference, though?
Trey got the damned door open. They didn't have much there—they had been in the process of relocating product to this side of the division when they'd stumbled right into Fucking Heather and Powell Barratt. Things had gotten unavoidably delayed.
Well, they were making up for it now, but they had to get their shit out of Hughes Heights. Fast.
Before everything got screwed up everywhere. Before those piece of shit cops in Major Crimes figured out the security guards in this place were on Trey's payroll too. One of those morons would talk. It was just a matter of time.
"Get it out of here. We have maybe one hour. I don't want to stay here too long." He'd seen the damned armored limo pull in right there across the damned yard.
Powell Barratt and that damned boyfriend of hers.
Gunnar Erickson.
Damn, he hated that shithead. Guy ruined everything.
It was like he was one step ahead of Trey every fucking time.
"You hear that?" Tuell asked. Tuell was probably the only one of the guys with him tonight who wasn't a fucking idiot.
"Let's go check it out. The rest of you—get this done. There are cops driving around in here tonight. Nobody do anything stupid. Just don't get seen. We have to get everything we can out of here tonight. Or we're leaving it behind."
Trey followed Tuell up the stairs.