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He followed the directions to the address Savannah had given him. Less than ten minutes later he turned into the parking lot at the back of the warehouse.
So far, Toth had managed to keep himself and his business physically away from Danny’s operations. The payment—half up front and half upon completion—had been delivered in cash. Keeping Sinners Cartel and the branches of its business off his books was paramount. Being red-flagged by the FBI would be a cherry on top of a shit sundae. But now his anonymity was about to be blown out of the fucking water. If his presence at Danny’s warehouse was caught on camera somewhere—and it would be—he’d have a hell of a time convincing anyone he wasn’t involved with the gang’s criminal activity.
“Wait here a minute,” Toth said, as he shoved open his door with more force than necessary. A woman half his size had him by the balls.
And she knew it, too.
He took a minute to scan the area and draw his weapon. After today’s fiasco, he couldn’t be sure the opposing gang didn’t have the guts to show up at Danny’s headquarters. It’d be a stupid move, but a drive-by wasn’t much smarter.
Nothing suspicious alerted him.
Opening the rear passenger door, he motioned for Savannah to exit the vehicle. “Keep your head low,” he said, his words clipped. “I don’t see any threats, but doesn’t mean there aren’t any.”
Savannah’s smooth legs in those damn high heels poked through the opening first. The sight of her skinned knees made him want to pull the first aid kit from his trunk, but there was no time for that.
She stood next to him. He closed the vehicle door then circled his arm around her back and moved her toward the rear entrance of the warehouse.
She shrugged out of his hold and stomped ahead of him.
“Ms. Carrington, would you wait?”
Her heels clomped on the pavement as she approached the door. “For what? You can go.”
Yanking the door from her grip, he held it open. Anger vibrated through his limbs, but he kept his temper in check. “Get in. I don’t want to get shot.”
Her eyelashes flickered on an eye-roll before she sauntered inside. He followed.
“I mean it. You’re relieved. I’ll deal with Danny,” Savannah said with a harrumph, as her ass shimmied down the hall in that short black dress.
He knotted his hands into fists. “I don’t take orders from you,” he said to her back.
She just hiked up her shoulders an inch.
He stalked over the cement floor. The hallway opened to a larger room, and a set of metal stairs near the entrance stretched to the second level. The main area was sectioned off with partitions, boxes, and crates.
His stomach reacted.
Drugs? Weapons? Shit he needed no involvement with, whatever it was. Nonetheless, he walked by the material that could get him incarcerated and kept his eyes glued in front of him. Fortunately—or unfortunately—that meant they were on the sculpted masterpiece of Danny’s daughter’s backside.
If he made it through the next seven days without being killed by Danny, or Savannah herself, it’d be a fucking miracle. He’d even start buying lottery tickets.
Savannah stormed down a shorter hallway. A guard stood outside a door at the end. “Ms. Carrington, you’re not supposed to be here.” His gaze flew to Toth.
Toth forced down the tension cramping his throat. The guard’s reaction was clear: Danny wouldn’t be happy to see Savannah.
And that wouldn’t be good for Toth.
“Well, I am,” she bit out. Making her way around the guard, she bumped open the wooden door of what had to be Danny’s office.
“Savvy! Why aren’t you with Toth? Dominic told me about the shooting.” Danny’s stout frame came into view as Toth entered his office unannounced, behind Savannah. Least he could do was prove he hadn’t bailed on the job.
“Why didn’t you just tell me I was in danger? I can take care of myself.” Savannah’s demand bounced off the beige-colored walls.
Danny’s blond hair, similar to Lach’s and Savannah’s, waved back from his face. He wasn’t much taller than his daughter in her high heels, which put Danny somewhere around five foot nine. His black dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top and tucked into navy-blue dress pants.
When Danny’s green eyes, not nearly as bright and full of vitality as Savannah’s, landed on Toth, the older man’s mouth became a tight line. “She was to be escorted out of the city immediately. What part didn’t you understand?”
Toth crossed his hands in front of him. “My apologies. I’m ready to leave as soon as she is.”