Chapter 56 Our Lives

Montero Villar POV

The noise of my cell phone buzzing on the nightstand pried me from my deep sleep. I reached over, my eyelids refusing to open. By feel, I brought it to my ear.

The only acceptable interruption to my sleep would be if it was the stripper I’d slipped my number to earlier before the shit hit the fan.

But it wasn’t.

“It’s me,” a familiar voice said.

“Craig?” I croaked and sat up. “What the fuck? You okay?”

“Remember Sandro Borromeo?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s all he is. A memory.”

“Holy shit. Seriously?” I shook my head and lowered the cell phone enough for me to see it, as if I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. “Is this a joke?”

“No.” His voice was grim. Craig did what needed to be done, but he didn’t like it. “I found him outside of The Tambayan Rolling Barrel Bar & Restaurant. He was going to blow up the joint.”

“What? Why? They have the best sliders.”

“Yeah, well, I changed his plans for him. Let’s just say that his Beamer has a pretty big sunroof in it now,” Craig said. “