Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I’m in the parking lot. Finish with Jinx and get your ass down here.
Oh dear.
“What?” Jessie asked.
“Nothing,” I said, hastily shoving my phone back in my pocket, but I could feel my pulse beating in my neck at the same time I was trying not to admit that it wasn’t because I worried Javi was mad at me that I stood him up.
It was because Javi was close at all.
“Mentirosa,” Jinx whispered, watching me closely.
That meant “liar” in Spanish.
I kept my mouth shut.
“Let’s get this party started,” Shanti urged. “We’ve got to set everything up for the Kev meet at nine.”
Oh, right.
We had another appointment that night.
“Okay, this is the deal,” Luna started, and then she explained everything to Jinx. She finished with, “And then we found out this morning that the guy who showed for Kev’s date with Harlow, his name is Trev—”
“Kev and Trev?” Jinx asked.
“Yeah,” Luna confirmed.
Jinx started laughing.
It was funny yesterday. It wasn’t so funny anymore.
“Well, he got murdered last night,” Luna finished.
Jinx stopped laughing.
“We need to make sure whatever his trouble is isn’t going to leak into Wi…I mean, Elena’s life,” Raye picked it up. “He goes for the cutesy girls he probably thinks are easier to fuck over. After last night, Harlow’s out. He’s unmatched her. None of the rest of us can pull off cutesy. We thought you could go in undercover, but now we’re not so sure…considering.”
“Uh, sí, gringa loca…considering,” Jinx replied.
“Elena’s going to try to pump him for information tonight. Though, we wanted to meet with you just in case we needed a backup plan,” Raye said in a petering out voice because it was clear Jinx wanted nothing to do with this, and I didn’t blame her.
“You sure you bitches shouldn’t bow outta this one?” Jinx asked.
“I’m not sure,” Willow said.
We all looked to her.
“Really?” Jessie asked.
“Maybe I can take a vacation. Go home and visit Mom and Dad,” Willow suggested. “Maybe Kevin will forget about me, and I can finally just move on with my life.”
“Like he’s forgotten about you in the last four years he’s been harassing you?” Shanti asked heatedly. She didn’t wait for Willow to answer, she announced to the room, “Whatever happens, I’m in until we know Elena’s safe. This is some shit Kev’s been pulling, and it has to stop.”
“Maybe someone will murder him too, and it will,” Jinx gave us her brand of optimism.
“We can only hope,” Shanti mumbled.
“Sabina,” I admonished, surprised she’d say that, because she sounded like she meant it a little bit, and that was not her.
“When a woman scrapes you off, it’s over,” Shanti returned. “You don’t call her from every phone you can get your hands on. You don’t show up where she lives and loiter outside the gate until you can slip in and knock on her door. You don’t show at her work and take her time.”
Just to say, he did that last too, fortunately when I wasn’t working so he didn’t see me—but he did see Raye and Luna, therefore, that was another reason they couldn’t try to be cutesy and score a date with him.
“You fuck off, the end,” Shanti continued. “He’s not fucking off. And he’s screwing with other women. We’ve seen him pull his shit, and I don’t know about you guys, but it hasn’t been fun to sit in reconnaissance, watch a woman get screwed over and do nothing about it.”
She was correct.
That had not been fun in the slightest.
“Maybe we should talk to your cousin,” Jess said. “Tell him what we’ve seen. Surely, some of these women are reporting the thefts. We could turn him in and be witnesses.”
“Her cousin?” Jinx asked.
“He’s a cop,” Jessie told her.
“Uh, no, chica.” Jinx was vehemently shaking her head. “You are not doing that,” she declared, her voice so firm, it was iron.
“Why not?” Jessie asked.
“Rule one on the street. You don’t rat when people are getting murdered…” Jinx paused for emphasis, “or at all.”
“We’re the Angels. It’s what we do,” Raye pointed out.
“You run your mouths to cops, you’ll be real angels, you get my drift,” Jinx retorted.
I liked being an Angel with my girls.
It was safe to say, I wasn’t fired up to be a real one, though.
“We are known on the streets, Jinx,” Jessie reminded her. “We aren’t flying under radar.”
“And you dealt with the last two situations with Los Guapos,” Jinx returned, referring to the Hottie Squad. “What you didn’t do was run to the police.”
“There’s a difference?” Luna asked.
“Yes,” both Jinx and Shanti answered.
“Have we heard anything from Clarice, Arthur or Titus?” I belatedly asked for an update.
“Only Titus,” Luna answered. “And his response was, ‘Steer clear of this shit, woman.’”
“Does that mean he knows something?” Shanti asked.
“I think it’s time for another trip to the greatest man cave of all time,” Raye said.