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Unfinished Hero - Raid Part 45

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"Nuisance," Sloan stated and Raid's eyes went to him. "Acquiring that amount of cash," he explained, tipping his head to the duffel. "We could do direct deposit."

"No offense, Marcus, but your s.h.i.+t isn't exactly tight," Raid replied. "I run a cash only business. You know I gotta be careful what line items I got on my accounts."

"And you know my business is tight," Sloan returned.

"Not as tight as mine," Raid said.

Sloan's lips quirked before he murmured, "This is true."



Raid didn't have time for this. If he left now, in an hour and a half he could be home with Hanna.

Still, when he pulled the handles of the duffel over his shoulder, he studied Sloan, and in case things he should know but didn't made things messy, he was forced to ask, "Not my business, but you wanna tell me why you're contacting me and not Nightingale to do this s.h.i.+t for you?"

"Things with Lee have become complicated," Sloan answered.

Raid kept studying him, suspecting that was true.

Lee Nightingale and the boys of Nightingale Investigations were on retainer to Marcus Sloan for a variety of purposes.

Unfortunately for Sloan, his wife became tight with not only Nightingale's wife, but all the women who belonged to his crew. And if that wasn't enough, part of that crew included two cops and their women.

Something a man like Sloan would wish to avoid.

And, considering how Sloan felt about his wife, Raid could see him adjusting business practices in order to keep her relations.h.i.+p with her posse healthy.

Messy for Sloan, not messy for Raid.

Therefore acceptable.

"Right," Raid muttered before he c.o.c.ked his head to the side and finished, "Appreciate the business."

He was about to turn to leave when Sloan locked eyes with him and remarked, "Enjoy your welcome home from Hanna."

Raid's body strung tight.

"Come again?" he asked low, and Sloan shook his head.

"Don't mistake me," he said quietly.

"You want me to ask after Daisy?" Raid queried, returning the perceived threat and referring to Sloan's wife, a woman Raid did not know personally, but a woman Raid and everyone in Denver did know Marcus Sloan would not only change business practices for, but he'd also kill and die for.

"That was not my point," Sloan told him.

"I suggest you make your point," Raid demanded.

"It's a lovely town you live in, Miller, but you don't get there through your personal magical door no one else can get through," Sloan replied.

"You think I don't know this?" Raid returned.

Marcus Sloan held his eyes then stated, "I'm happy for you. It would be easy for you to go the way of Deacon. Lose yourself in the job, feel nothing, want nothing, get up and exist through the day doing what you have to do then go to bed with nothing to look forward to when you wake up in the morning. The walking dead with handcuffs and bra.s.s knuckles, existing until your luck ended or your skills dulled and the hunter became the hunted. Instead, you found something better. Now you have something in your life that's important, something you didn't have before. My point is, take advice from someone who's lived the life much longer than you. Take measures to ensure her protection."

Since Nick Sebring's visit, this was something that had been weighing heavily on Raid's mind.

His crew, however, were constantly out on jobs.

He needed to make a priority of getting them all free for long enough for a sit down. The longer he stayed in the job, the more enemies he could make. He needed a man in Willow at all times to keep an eye on things.

It wasn't only Hanna. It was his mother, Rach.e.l.le and Miss Mildred.

The time had come.

"Point taken," Raid muttered.

The door opened and one of Sloan's men came out. He walked close enough to toss Raid's cuffs to him. Raid caught them and the man moved back to the room, shutting the door behind him.

Raid shoved the cuffs in his belt at the back of his cargoes and looked at Sloan. "We done with our counseling session?"

Sloan gave him an amused smile and nodded.

Raid moved toward the exit.

"No, actually, I'm not," Sloan called after him.

Raid stopped and looked back, brows raised.

"Hopefully, it won't happen. If it does, more advice. Make a statement, Raid. Make a statement no one can miss. Am I being clear?" Sloan asked.

He was, and Raid didn't like what he was being clear about.

"Nothing's gonna happen to Hanna," Raid rumbled.

"No, likely not, but if it does, pray for her strength. But make your statement clear," Sloan shot back.

Raid's blood ran cold.

"You know something I don't know?" he asked sharply.

"I know this life. You're the man I think you are, you now have a new number one priority. See to making sure everyone knows exactly what that is and what you'd do if they don't take that seriously."

Jesus, the man had another point.

Raid didn't concede it this time.

He clipped, "Now are we done?"

Sloan nodded.

Raid moved again toward the door, and while he did he heard a man's chilling, agonized cry.

As he always did, Raid just kept walking.

Hanna "I'm going, Grams!" I shouted as I hustled down the hall.

I went through the backdoor, pus.h.i.+ng back the screen door that Raiden had put the storm window in the week before, the day before he left on a job, and saw her sitting outside under one of my afghans.

She turned to me.

"When does he get home, child?" she asked and I smiled at her.

"He called an hour ago saying he'd be home in an hour and a half."

"Then you get home to your man, chere. Tell him I said, *hey'."

"I'll tell him," I a.s.sured her then asked, "Do you want me to help you inside?"

She looked to the waning sun. "Gonna stay out a while longer."

"Grams-"

She looked to me. "Just a while longer, precious. I'll be okay. Eunice is coming over later." She waved her hand at me. "Shoo. Get on that bike of yours and go home."

I smiled again, dashed to her, gave her a kiss on her wrinkled cheek then dashed back to the house calling, "See you later!"

"Tell that boy I expect to see him for church on Sunday!" she called back.

"Will do!" I yelled.

I threw open the front door, the storm door that again Raiden had put the storm windows in and then I felt a whiz at my feet. I looked down and saw Spot run-waddling out.

"What the-?" I snapped, following him only to see him jump on a chair, the railing and into the basket of my bike that I really needed to put up for the winter.

Crazy cat.

"Inside, Spot," I ordered.

"Meow," he defied me, settling his fat booty in my basket, demanding a ride.

I hurried down the stairs, picked him up and he lost it, writhing and hissing until I could hold him no longer. I dropped him back in the basket, having to grab onto the bike to hold it steady when he went in.

He sat on his behind, looked up at me and said, "Meow."

"I need to get home, buddy."

"Meow."

"My man's coming home."

He pointed his face to the driveway.

Gah!

I didn't have time for this!

I ran back to the house, threw open the door and shouted, "Spot feels like a ride! Raid will bring him back later!"

"Righty ho!" Grams shouted back.

So that was where I got it.

I grinned to myself, raced back to my bike, mounted and threw back the kickstand. Putting my feet to the pedals, we were off.

"You're going to have to explain to Raiden why he has to leave our bed and bring you home," I informed Spot.

"Meow," he replied to the wind blowing in his face, unafraid of bada.s.s Raiden Miller as only Spot would be.

We rode home. I stopped at the front and hefted him out of the basket. He crawled up to get paws on my shoulder and started purring as I walked up the steps.

I grinned.

Totally a crazy cat.

I pulled out my keys, opened my screen door that had storm windows, too, ditto with Raid putting them in. A fat cat in my arm, the storm door resting on my behind, I inserted the key in lock one, turned it and it didn't do anything.

It was unlocked.

"Didn't I-?" I started to ask the doork.n.o.b when it turned.

The door was thrown open, my hand was caught in a vice-like grip, and on a terrified scream Spot and I were pulled inside.

For the next ten minutes I felt a lot of terror.

And a lot of pain.

This was because in the foyer of my childhood home I got the s.h.i.+t beaten out of me by three men with one man watching.

The only thing that I processed outside the fear and pain was Spot hissing then his agonized, "Muuuuurrrrroooowww!" when he was kicked into the living room.

Finally down and almost out, on my belly, unable to move, pain searing through my insides as I coughed up blood, my arm useless and broken under me, my head was pulled back by my hair.

I gave out a tortured whimper at the additional pain and tried to force myself to focus on the man who was in my face.

"Just so you know, Heather gave you up after she watched us put a bullet in Bodhi's brain," he told me.

Oh G.o.d.

Oh G.o.d.

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