Sons Of Bacchanalia (Erotic Motorcycle Romance) (5 page)

“In any case, we’re in the clear now, Natasha. Between Trece selling the rest of the drugs, and the cash we got off of Jacob, we have about six hundred thousand dollars.”

I had more questions for Tori, but I stopped. I was too drained. Whatever sense of morality or judgment I should have had was out the window when she told me how much cash we had. Several hundred thousand dollars will go far in making one forgive and forget, so I let it slide.

A sudden buzzing startled me and I watched anxiously as Tori answered her cell.

“Hello?”

“Tori. It’s Trece. We’re in the clear. I will be there in dos minutos. We are free.”

Tori and I embraced as we listened to the sweet purr of Trece’s bike off in the distance, coming to pick us up.

Sons of
Bacchanalia

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