Chapter 137

Dalton

It's been a hot minute since I broke in anywhere, especially a low-level drug dealer's house. Probably since I was a prospect for the club. Any other day we would have allowed the two watching this house to do it, but these are different circumstances.

"What's taking so long?" Jagger whisper shouts from where he's keeping watch.

"He's got a damn video doorbell. Took me a minute to bypass it. Technology is really fuckin' us up, man."

"That it is, but we need to hurry this along. If he comes back and finds us here, I don't know that we want to deal with it."

I'm not sure we wanna deal with it either, I'm getting too old to throw down, and I don't necessarily want to have to use force either. Finally I feel the lock give way. "We're in."

"Are you losing your touch?"

"You're gonna lose your guitar hand if you don't shut the fuck up," I hiss at him. "You're on my damn nerves."

"Somebody needs to get laid," Jagger teases in a sing-song voice.

I turn to Drew. "I'm gon