Chapter 47

“How’s Sleeping Beauty?”

I shook my head and grunted something raw and vulgar behind the duct tape.

He chuckled. “Good to know I pissed you off.”

We both heard a car door outside the house. Miller jerked his head upwards and listened. A second car door slammed in the driveway, probably from a vehicle parked behind his Subaru.

“What the fuck?” he whispered, swinging his head from left to right, nervous. Took his gun off safety, cocked it, and told me, “Stay here. Be quiet. I’ve got business to take care of, obviously.”

Miller vanished, quickly heading upstairs. 35: Druget Returns

It wasn’t Bobby Carlton who saved me and Jax that day. Although, I thought it should have been, just so Gloria could have gotten her money’s worth because of hiring the guy for his services.

I stared up at the basement’s thick, wooden rafters that held up the house and listened.