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flashed on my screen, and I let out an annoyed breath when I saw the time. A phone call from him at three in the morning was never a good thing.
    “What shit did you get yourself into now?” I answered.
    Music pumped through the phone, and people yelled and cheered in the background. “Dude, they’re after me,” he said, and tension pulled tight across my shoulders.
    “Who is after you?”
    “The Feds man. They’re tailing my ass. I don’t know what to do.”
    Allison stirred next to me, and pulled her tight little body against my side. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. Wherever Miles was, trouble followed. He was my brother and my best friend, but his timing sucked.
    I slipped out of the bed and closed the door behind me before heading to the kitchen. “Miles, just get out of there. Don’t do anything stupid. Just go home and you’ll be fine. They have nothing to get you on.”
    “No, you’re wrong. They want my ass. They’ll nail me the minute I step out those doors.”
    “Where are you?”
    “Some place off of Springfield.”
    Springfield? I knew every street in Black Hills, and Springfield wasn’t one of them. That’s because he wasn’t in Black Hills. “What the fuck are you doing in Montamos territory? Are you trying to get yourself fucking killed? You’re lucky the Feds are on your fucking ass. It might save you from getting gunned down. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
    He had done more than his fair share of stupid shit, but this about took the fucking cake. Hanging out in enemy territory while the threat of war was brewing… If Cash found out, forget Montamos. He would kill Miles himself.
    I needed to get him out of there before he did something totally fucking stupid. “What’s the name of the place you’re at?”
    “Hang on.” There was a lot of rustling on the other end, and I heard him ask someone where he was.
    How the fuck did he not know where the fuck he was? I needed to start handcuffing his ass to his bed at night, to keep fucking tabs on him.
    “Casa de, what the fuck did you say?” Miles said, his words slow and slurred.
    I’d be lucky if I’d be able to get his ass on his bike, and out of there, without him getting arrested for a DUI.
    “Beb what?”
    “Bebida.”
    “Now, say it together again.”
    I rolled my eyes as he spoke to this poor person.
    “Casa de Bebida,” he said, with the worst pronunciation I’d ever heard.
    “Keep your phone on you. I’ll call you when I get there.”
    “Hurry. I don’t know how much longer until they bust in here.”
    I hung up the phone, and went back to the bedroom, slipping back into my clothes. My eyes lingered on Allison’s bare back, her creamy skin just begging for me to touch it. Miles fucking owed me.
    With one last glance, I slipped out and drove into enemy territory, hoping to God Miles for once listened and stayed put.
    The scent of Allison clung to me as I weaved in and out of streets, making my way to Montamos territory. It was three o’clock in the morning, so hopefully most members were passed out drunk or home with their old ladies.
    The Feds were a different story. They were a pain in our fucking asses, but to be randomly tailing Miles in the middle of the fucking night? It just didn’t make sense. Unless, like me, they couldn’t figure out what the shithead was doing going into Montamos territory.
    The Feds knew the lines and for one of us to cross into the other usually meant trouble or an alliance was being formed. After the Montamos betrayal, and Nick’s death, there would never be an alliance again, which is why I needed to get Miles out of there quick and undetected.
    I neared Springfield and slowed down, looking for the Spanish bar he was camping out at. I found it on the opposite side of Springfield on the corner: a standalone building with tacky yellow awnings and fake palm trees out front.
    Miles’s bike sat in the back parking lot and I scanned the area for the tail. They must