Canary by Tijan
Ash
We never did blow up Oscar’s building.
It was probably a silly notion to have, but I was pissed the next day as we piled into a rented minivan and headed out.
We were now entering Arkansas. We weren’t flying because we were transporting guns. Guess that was a no-brainer. I did wonder if Raize had his other guys remain back in Texas or if they were ahead of us. I’d have to wait until we were alone, or… nope. Never mind. I didn’t want to know.
I’d already shared too much with Raize. I felt in too deep, and it was uncomfortable—like there was something writhing around under my skin and I couldn’t get it out. Part of me didn’t want to get it out. With other bosses, I’d be thinking about the next guy I might be working for by now. But with Raize, I didn’t want that. That was the “too deep” part of this situation.
It wasn’t good either.
You can never rely on someone. I mean, big picture. If you’re in a shoot-out, you’re going to rely on the people shooting next to you, but that wasn’t this particular situation.
I was thinking too much.
I needed to stop.
Other demons, other haunts tended to come out then.
Gus moved his head, laying it on my lap, and I petted him as I looked over into the car next to us on the highway. A bunch of girls were in it, all laughing, all drinking from travel mugs. One wore a University of Arkansas shirt.
Yeah…
Another life. Another world.
That wasn’t mine anymore.
It never had been.
I needed to get over it.
