Apparently Glenn caught his younger boyfriend fucking his best friend—the man who was also his business partner. It caused a rift between them. There was already a little bad blood happening between them when Glenn found out his friend was involved in illegal practices. He was selling drugs behind the scenes and using the hay pastures as a cover.
That bartender sang like a fucking canary and all in exchange for my number. A number that won't work when he tries to call it.
“What is it?” Patrick says, looking up at me as I tuck him in bed.
“Nothing. Just thinking."
“About?”
“How cute you looked with apple pie on your face.”
He lets out a short laugh and it doesn't meet his slowly blinking eyes. “Nicolas?”
“Yeah?”
“You know something I don't, don't you.”
“Chris isn't really married to your brother and no one bothered to verify it.”
“Me coming here caused more problems for them, hasn't it?”
“Yeah.” I slide the blanket higher up his shoulders and adjust the pillow behind his head. “They weren't expecting you.”
“I'm in their way.”
“Yeah but the question is in the way of what?”
“Is that why you're not crawling in bed with me because you can't sleep until you have the answers?”
“Sí. Go to bed, little bo. I won't ever be too far.”
“They were involved in something dangerous, weren't they?”
“Who?” I kneel down, crouching next to the bed.
“My brother and Chris.”
“I don't think your brother was involved in any of it and that's probably what almost got him killed. Him finding out and ruining their plans.”
“Are we going to be the ones to ruin them now?” His eyes struggle to stay open.
“Yeah, baby. We are.” At least I am. I'm going to ruin their whole fucking world before setting what remains of it on fire.
I'm outside, looking around Glenn's house and seeing what has the sheep all riled up when a loud scream sends me on high alert. When I turn around I am met with the barrel of a gun. “Don't move any further.”
“What do you want?”
“I heard you've been snooping around and asking about shit you have no business knowing about. Who the hell are you and what's going on between you and Glenn's little brother?”
“Who's the one going around asking questions about shit he has no business about now?”
“Answer my fucking questions, asshole.”
“Well…” I lick my lips. “Because you asked so nicely…I'm going to go with no.” I rush forward, using my elbow to knock the gun from his hand as he's distracted me kneeling him in the groin.
He grunts, curling in on himself and when he sees me kicking the gun closer to me, he shambles to the floor to reach it first. I pull the knife from my pocket and jam into his jugular.
He gasps for air, blood running down his throat and spraying all over his hand as he tries to stop the bleeding. I laugh, kicking him to the ground. “Who's the pendejo now, huh?” I spit on him, kicking dirt in his paling face.