Diversion 04 - Manipulation by Eden Winters

Author:Eden Winters [Winters, Eden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-03T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

“WHAT is this?” Lucky scowled at the tinfoil package on the seat of the Kenworth, warm to the touch.

“Your admirer sent you cheese tamales.” Cruz grinned a bit wider than necessary.

“What the fuck?” Lucky glared over his shoulder. Alejandro waved and hopped into the Jeep, keeping him away from Lucky for a while.

Bo climbed in the truck. “Oh, something smells good. What you got there?”

“Tamales,” Cruz said, taunting Lucky with a smirk. If he said one more word… Lucky liked Cruz even less now that he spoke English. And still owed him an ass-whooping over the Nestor deal.

“Oh, I’m hungry. Didn’t feel like eating much this morning.” Bo grabbed the tinfoil.

Lucky hadn’t either, what with Stephan shooting daggers at him and Bo with his eyes over the breakfast table.

“There’s no meat in there, right?” Bo sniffed.

“Cheese and chilis,” Cruz replied.

Lucky said, “Help yourself.”

Bo peeled back a corn husk to take a bite. “Oh, damn, that’s good. Who made these?”

“Alejandro did.” No telling what kind of cook Alejandro was. Never in a million years would Lucky admit why the man made them, that is, if Cruz told the truth.

“Tell him thanks, these are great!” Bo grabbed another tamale.

About halfway to the warehouse, Lucky’s hunger got the best of him. He ventured a bite of tamale. Oh, hell yeah! At least he’d managed to attract another good cook.

***

Lucky schlepped cases to keep from losing his mind while waiting for the crew to unload the truck. Bo, or rather Cyrus, stood shirtless at the top of the tunnel shaft, shouting orders down to the workers, most of whom had also abandoned their shirts before disappearing underground.

One wolf whistle out of Alejandro and Lucky put his T-shirt back on. He shivered, even in the heat, watching Bo hovering over the tunnel’s entrance.

Brrr. No fucking way would Lucky get close to the tunnel again. Once was enough. How the hell did the guys stand being down in the belly of the earth, when a collapse could happen at any moment? Hell, they’d probably worked in the old tunnel before the cave in.

Bo trudged across the concrete floor to pull a water bottle out of a cooler sitting on the tailgate of one of the Jeeps. “Want one?”

Lucky nodded.

“Here you go.” Lucky ran a forefinger over Bo’s palm while taking the water. The hardness in Bo’s eyes gave no indication of familiarity. Sometimes he played his role too well, getting lost in being Cyrus Cooper and stuffing Bo Schollenberger deep down inside.

“Jefe! Jefe!” Rafael popped out the tunnel entrance and barreled toward Bo.

Lucky recognized the word “boss.” The men never called Bo “boss,” they called him Cyrus. Must be trouble. Oh shit! Boss! Stephan better not hear those words.

Rafael grabbed Bo’s hand and tugged him toward the tunnel.

“Lucky!” Bo shouted. “Go get the kit.”

Oh damn.

Lucky dove for Bo’s discarded shirt and fished the syringe box out of the pocket while racing toward the tunnel. Bo joined Rafael to man the pulley and raised the platform out of the hole in the ground.

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