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coming with him. I keep trying to figure out why she sounds so damn familiar." I reached for my phone and texted Daniel to see if he knew the name Kate Jarrett and if so... where from?
"Why would he not bring his woman with him?"
"Because this life is hard and dangerous, Cat. I really wish you would stick to the shipping aspect of the business and not continue to get involved in the other parts. You're putting yourself in danger, and I can't protect everyone all the time."
"I'm not asking you to protect me." She reached across the table and stole a piece of pineapple off my plate.
"It's my job as your brother."
"Not true. The rule actually states that the older sibling is the protector of the others. So with you being thirty and me forty... I win." She smiled and popped the pineapple in her mouth.
"Try again." I rolled my eyes at her and decided to change the subject while we were getting alone. "Tell me what's going on with you and Marco."
"Nothing." She didn't flinch or shift in her seat. Fuck. Maybe there was nothing going on.
"You're not sleeping together?" I knew it wasn't my place to ask, but with momma and daddy gone, someone had to protect Catherine from herself. She fell in love too fast and loved too deeply. I'd kill a mother fucker for breaking her heart. I was working hard to make sure it wasn't going to be Joe's oldest son at the end of my gun. That wouldn't be pretty.
"Nope. He's hot as sin, and I've thought about it multiple times, but no." She took a bite of her oatmeal as I shivered in disgust.
"Alright. Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself. You're still my sister."
She snorted. "You asked, butthole."
"True." I checked my watch. "I need to come into the office with you for a little while. I want to get you to pull the shipment paperwork for anything that wasn't verified as reaching our clients. I need to figure out where the fuck the drugs are, and get them back."
"D, you know where they are. The Kallups have those drugs."
"Good. Even better." I smiled and picked up my fork. "Eat up. You're getting too thin. Italian men like women with meat on their bones. I gotta marry you off sometime in the next century. Get to it."
She threw her napkin at me, called me an ass and kicked me under the table. It was done in love... it always was with her.
*
"How can you tell who the fuck signed this?" I lifted the shipping document to my face.
"That's Freddy's signature right there, D." She pointed at the paper. "It's pretty messy, even more than usual, but that's his."
"Call on these three. Follow them through the movement process and see where they are. Give me the final address and I'll go over there to see where our shit is." I handed her the papers and walked toward Freddy's office. "And find me a number for Thomas Kallup. I don't care if it's his grandmother's phone number. I want a way to reach him."
"Will do."
I pushed open the door and glanced around the room. The smell of piss and vomit was gone, which was a slight relief. I had my sister or Selma to thank for that no doubt.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out to see an unknown number.
"Demetri DeMarco."
"It's Marcus. We're looking at tomorrow night at the Masquerade Ball they throw down here at the Marriott. That too soon to get help with Billy?"
I rubbed my forehead and tried to think through who the hell had the time to head to New Orleans to deal with a mass murderer. It would have to be me. I knew Billy Turner when he was just getting started. Izzy could take his ass out, and I would be down there to make sure nothing happened to her while she did it. One day.
"That's perfect. I'll have Izzy on a flight. Look for a text from me tomorrow with details. I need you to have Billy at a certain location at a very specific time, but we'll work that out. Izabella will have to get there and scope out the best location from across the street. We'll talk tomorrow."
"Great. I appreciate it." Marcus paused. "And I'm taking you up on the
"Why would he not bring his woman with him?"
"Because this life is hard and dangerous, Cat. I really wish you would stick to the shipping aspect of the business and not continue to get involved in the other parts. You're putting yourself in danger, and I can't protect everyone all the time."
"I'm not asking you to protect me." She reached across the table and stole a piece of pineapple off my plate.
"It's my job as your brother."
"Not true. The rule actually states that the older sibling is the protector of the others. So with you being thirty and me forty... I win." She smiled and popped the pineapple in her mouth.
"Try again." I rolled my eyes at her and decided to change the subject while we were getting alone. "Tell me what's going on with you and Marco."
"Nothing." She didn't flinch or shift in her seat. Fuck. Maybe there was nothing going on.
"You're not sleeping together?" I knew it wasn't my place to ask, but with momma and daddy gone, someone had to protect Catherine from herself. She fell in love too fast and loved too deeply. I'd kill a mother fucker for breaking her heart. I was working hard to make sure it wasn't going to be Joe's oldest son at the end of my gun. That wouldn't be pretty.
"Nope. He's hot as sin, and I've thought about it multiple times, but no." She took a bite of her oatmeal as I shivered in disgust.
"Alright. Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself. You're still my sister."
She snorted. "You asked, butthole."
"True." I checked my watch. "I need to come into the office with you for a little while. I want to get you to pull the shipment paperwork for anything that wasn't verified as reaching our clients. I need to figure out where the fuck the drugs are, and get them back."
"D, you know where they are. The Kallups have those drugs."
"Good. Even better." I smiled and picked up my fork. "Eat up. You're getting too thin. Italian men like women with meat on their bones. I gotta marry you off sometime in the next century. Get to it."
She threw her napkin at me, called me an ass and kicked me under the table. It was done in love... it always was with her.
*
"How can you tell who the fuck signed this?" I lifted the shipping document to my face.
"That's Freddy's signature right there, D." She pointed at the paper. "It's pretty messy, even more than usual, but that's his."
"Call on these three. Follow them through the movement process and see where they are. Give me the final address and I'll go over there to see where our shit is." I handed her the papers and walked toward Freddy's office. "And find me a number for Thomas Kallup. I don't care if it's his grandmother's phone number. I want a way to reach him."
"Will do."
I pushed open the door and glanced around the room. The smell of piss and vomit was gone, which was a slight relief. I had my sister or Selma to thank for that no doubt.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out to see an unknown number.
"Demetri DeMarco."
"It's Marcus. We're looking at tomorrow night at the Masquerade Ball they throw down here at the Marriott. That too soon to get help with Billy?"
I rubbed my forehead and tried to think through who the hell had the time to head to New Orleans to deal with a mass murderer. It would have to be me. I knew Billy Turner when he was just getting started. Izzy could take his ass out, and I would be down there to make sure nothing happened to her while she did it. One day.
"That's perfect. I'll have Izzy on a flight. Look for a text from me tomorrow with details. I need you to have Billy at a certain location at a very specific time, but we'll work that out. Izabella will have to get there and scope out the best location from across the street. We'll talk tomorrow."
"Great. I appreciate it." Marcus paused. "And I'm taking you up on the
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