You let her get away?!” Darius yells into my empty bedroom. “Nope,” I say as I unlock my phone’s screen. “She’s not here, asshole.” Santos spreads his arms and turns on the spot. “I know,” I nod. “He let my future wife get away.” Santos sinks to the bed. “I had visions of Bonnie and Clyde.” “Will you shut up?” I snap at him. “Where is she?” Blaze asks from over my shoulder. “Three blocks down and just got in a vehicle,” I answer him. “What the fuck? You put a tracker on her phone?” Darius’ grin takes over his whole face. “Yeah.” I smirk back at him. “Just before I got in the shower with her.”
