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tomorrow night.”
    Daily, tourist s and locals alike, would board riverboats to gamble. The boats the Sons had affiliations with didn’t take money in exchange for chips, they took filled scripts. After they were collected, once the boats left the dock and made their way down the river, they’d drop a package in the water. A seemingly innocent fishing boat would pick it up, haul it further down river. At a specified meeting point they would pass the drop. The drugs would be taken to a hidden sorting house, checked over, sorted, then packaged again. Days later what was not needed for those under the watch of the Sons was sold to the black market, to a buyer that would offer the drugs at a price a working family could afford.
    All drugs were toxic in Reveca’s mindset. The earth had every remedy that was needed, but modern man had developed a habit of forgetting that. They pumped toxins into everything they consumed . Then, instead of questioning why they were sick, they medicated themselves with stronger toxins.
    The only way Reveca stomached her role in this business was knowing that in some way they were saving lives—they just weren’t doing anything to break the cycle of destruction. No, corporations controlled the food and they controlled the healthcare. They were the infection and the cure.
    “Blackwater just left.”
    “I passed him. What’d he want?”
    “Said GranDee’s land was closed off for now, and waved a bullet in my face.”
    “A bullet that belonged to their undercover,” Talon said like a curse.
    “Right.”
    “What are you going to do?” he asked as his dark eyes moved over her. He knew she was pissed about a host of things, and being banned from a garden wasn’t the worst of them but it surely wasn’t going to make her any happier.
    “I’m going to go to a different source.”
    “I thought sis was ignoring you.”
    “Yeah, well, my bro is more agreeable at times.”
    Talon laughed knowing that was the furthest thing from the truth. Jamison, a prominent modern southern business man who moonlighted as the most dominant coven leader of all time, kept a wide berth from the Sons and from Reveca. 
    Talon assumed he was an ass . Reveca knew it was because he still harbored guilt. She was going to use that today, for sure.
    “Want me to come?” Talon asked.
    “No, I got this.”
    He patted her ass as he stood then pulled her lips to his once more. “You’re glowing, babe.” He leaned into her hair. “You gotta stop turning me on when I got business to handle.”
    “You get what you put out ,” she said only vaguely having to force herself to smile.
    She patted his chest then made her way to her bike.
    Right as her machine roared to life between her legs, as she felt that vibration all but consume her. She glanced over her shoulder, toward the pull she’d felt all but stab her where she stood just before. Those eyes, clear as ice, were staring out at her from behind the bike King was working on.
    Reveca held that glance for a second before she peeled away, looking for the road, an escape, a way to breathe for a moment before she came face to face with Jamison BellaRose. Before she asked him why the hell they waited until Kenson was warped into another man, before she’d become a new woman, before they put a nice little bow on him and slammed him back into her life.
    She took the long way to the Quarter, just needing to feel the road for a second. When she did make it to one of Jamison’s finer establishments , she backed her bike against the curb. Flipped off the drunk tourists that were either whistling at her or asking where her daddy was.
    She marched right into the front door, passed the stuck up hostess that was surely about to tell Reveca she needed to be dressed differently. She moved through the dining room, letting a smirk linger on her lips when she heard conversations halt. Then she made her way to the elegant second floor bar.
    There he was.
    Jamison didn’t look a day