Chapter 214

MARCO GRIMACED AT THE front of Cooter's Chop Shop Saloon. Of course his cousin would be in a classy place like this. The fucker.

If Danny weren't his cousin, if his mother hadn't specifically asked Marco to make sure her son was okay, this was the last place he'd be. Danny couldn't stay out of trouble to save his life, and that was the problem. Still, Danny was family and Marco couldn't turn his back on his cousin, even if he was a stupid kid.

He swung his leg off the Harley and tried to wipe the scowl off his face.

His phone buzzed up a storm. He glanced at it, but the number was unknown.

Ghost was always calling him from another burner bounced through various satellites.

Shit.

If Ghost was calling him, it was probably important, but he was already here to handle whatever shit-storm Danny had started in the point-zero-one seconds he'd been out of prison.