The Bounty Hunters: The Marino Bros.: Box Set by MJ Nightingale

Author:MJ Nightingale
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Romance, Box Set, Anthology, Fiction
Publisher: MJ Nightingale
Published: 2015-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

Running Late

Gio was pissed. His plane was going to be late. He was all set to arrive at 10:00 AM, but thunderstorms had forced his plane to sit on the tarmac before being allowed to proceed to the runway. He didn’t make it in until 11:30. When he finally landed and got his luggage it was nearly noon. There was no way in hell he’d make the hearing which was for one o’clock. An hour and half was not enough time to make it to downtown Manhattan. He’d have to send a text to someone and hopefully it would get to Lisa so she wouldn’t worry too much. Not that she deserved the courtesy, or the explanation. But that was who he was. Just because she was years late with an explanation that still had holes in it, didn’t make it right for him.

As he waited for his luggage by the conveyor belt, he flipped on his phone and scrolled through his contacts seeing who he knew that worked at the courthouse that might be able to deliver a message. He was just about to give up when Vinnie Delaracco’s name whizzed by on the screen. He was a former detective, retired now. Only forty-five, but he seemed to remember hearing he’d gotten a part time gig as bailiff for some extra pocket change. His pension wasn’t enough to support two girls in college even though his wife was still working. He took a chance, and shot him a quick text.

Gio: Hey, Vin! You still working courthouse? I’m in town and I need a favor.

He slipped his phone in his pocket, not expecting to hear back right away. Good thing too, as he nearly missed his bag going by. He reached for the black Samsonite suitcase, hard top. With his duffel over his shoulder already, he swung the fifty pound bag off the conveyor belt like it weighed nothing. Years in the gym had him in tip top shape. At thirty-two, he was built like a twenty-five year old MMA fighter. He took care of his body. Weighing in at 165 pounds at six foot tall, he was a solid wall of muscle, but his chest and arms were rock hard and massive from years of punching the heavy bag. He loved the gym in Tampa that he went to five days a week. He had the best trainers, and he had more time to do it now that he wasn’t on the force and putting in those kinds of hours.

Once outside in the New York heat, he was met by a wall of cars waiting for arrivals. He hoofed it quickly to the back of the taxi-line with the others waiting for their turn. He passed several slower persons heading in the same direction. When he finally got there, he was pleased to see he was fourth in line for a cab, with plenty of cabbies waiting their turn to pull up to the front of the queue.

His plan had been to head to Rosedale first, and open up the house.

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