Page 42 of The Bronze Garza

“Remember when I asked you if you were fully healed?”

I pause. “Yeah?”

He grabs the cutting board and knife, slaps the romaine lettuce on top of it, then slides them across the island to me.

Son of a bitch.

He’s giving me no breaks. Zero. Zilch.

And you know what? I think I like it.

So, I pick up the knife, and get to work.

ChapterEleven

“Looks pretty damn wholesome to me.”

Torin

I’m on my second round ofpull-ups in my home office/gym when my brothers drop in.

“Mornin’,” Trent grunts out.

His twin, True, saunters in behind him with a coffee. “Yo yo yo!”

I jerk my chin up over the pull-up bar and push myself to get in two more reps, then drop back down to the ground. “Why you always gotta be so goddamn loud in the mornings, True?”

True throws out his free hand. “‘Cause it’s a beautiful day to bealive, brother.”

Catching my breath, I grab my towel and dab away the sweat. “Updates?”

Trent leans back against the wall and crosses his arms. “Yeah. Guy was able to pull some street surveillance. Found the car. Ran the plates. They’re fake, of course. Shots we got of the driver just weren’t enough to ID him. But, there’s a neck tattoo of a certain gang in Vegas.”

“Skullaz?” I ask.

“Yup.”

True’s loud slurp of coffee draws our attention to him.

He pauses and glances between the both of us. “What? It’s hot.”

This one is something else, I swear. Complete opposite of his twin.

“Anyway,” Trent continues, “per our deal with the Castellos, we can’t just head up there and do whatever we like without hitting them up first.”

“So call Stefano,” I tell him. “Let them find the fucker and bring him to us.”

“Yeah...” Trent rubs the back of his neck. “I’d rather not. After all that happened with Lexi, I’d sooner have my asshole waxed than go to Stefano for another favor. Would probably end up lodging a bullet in his brain.”

Understandable. I look over at True.

“Nuh-uh,” he says with a vehement shake of his head. “My poor heart is still traumatized from when he blew that chick’s brains out in front of me. He’s a trigger for me right now, and my therapist thinks I should avoid taking on anymore trauma tasks for a while.”

“Therapist? You mean the one you’re seeingonlybecause Tripp bet you that you couldn’t get her to fuck you ‘cause she’s out of your league?”

True grins smugly. “Yeah, I’m still counting my winnings on that one.”

“And at what point did she decide you’re traumatized, before or after she broke the code of ethics?”