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stretch of imagination for the feebs to start looking at the individual properties held by each member of the club. They’d have to move everything on hand quietly, with eyes watching, and that pissed Jim off. When it came down to survival, he took matters seriously, and this time around, he had other people to think about. He wasn’t about to let the Diablos take him down now. Protecting his tribe and his family were the only things he would kill for—and that meant his brothers, as well as Susan and her father.
     
    Lighting another cigarette, he leaned on his bike and waited, knowing that the agents were going to be frustrated at their waste of time as they left empty-handed. Then, he and his boys would have a good laugh before they sat down to discuss the business of retaliation.
     

CHAPTER NINE
     
    Susan sat outside her parents’ house, staring at the bright light still on in the main room. She knew her mother was in there since she saw her shadow moving now and then. After a slow night at work, she felt anxious and restless, and with her earlier confrontation, she wanted to clear the air, even if it meant a family feud.
     
    Climbing out of her car, she traipsed purposely up the walkway, knowing she had to tell the rest of her family that her father was going to be moved tomorrow. She didn’t care what they thought. After all, she was the only one who ever visited or did anything for him. Technically, they’d given up the right to opinions and decision making.
     
    However, most of all, she wanted them—mainly her mother, but also her sister—to feel the bitterness of guilt because they abandoned her father. She didn’t bother to knock, using the key she’d taken from her father’s ring to open the door. She moved toward the alarm—though it wasn’t even set—and she rolled her eyes at her mother’s careless oversight.
     
    The woman came teetering around the corner, still wearing heels and looking paranoid. When she saw Susan, a hand fluttered to her chest, and she closed her eyes in relief. Then, she turned an angry gaze on Susan. “What the hell are you doing? Trying to scare me into an early grave?”
     
    “No, Mom, but I do need to talk to you. Is Emma here?” She wasn’t feeling patient, as she walked right past her mother and into the kitchen, poured herself a cup of day old coffee, and popped it in the microwave.
     
    “She’s already in bed. Do you know what time it is?” her mother admonished.
     
    “Yes, I do. In fact, I just got off work about fifteen minutes ago.” She waited for the microwave to finish and sipped at the steaming, bitter liquid. “Have a seat, Mom. This could take a few minutes. Since I don’t want to repeat myself, I can either wake Emma, or you can pass this information on to her whenever you feel like it.”
     
    “Emma’s awake,” her sister said in her snotty voice, as she entered the kitchen, wrapped in a plush robe with a sleep mask pushed up on her head. “Is there a reason you’re here? Did you come to cry to us about your criminal boyfriend?”
     
    “No, actually, I didn’t, especially since he’s not a criminal; but, I’m glad you’re awake. Sit with us a minute.” Susan let her sister’s insults roll off her in a way she’d never been able to in the past. She slid into a chair facing her mother and didn’t miss how Emma drug the chair between them to their mother’s side, as far away from Susan as she could get. Her sister was such a child.
     
    “What is so important you have to come here at all hours of the night and disturb our routine?” her mother snapped.
     
    Susan raised an eyebrow. “Your routine? You mean the one where you sit up for hours, watching trash television while Emma sleeps away her painful marriage? I have a routine, too, you know. I get up, I go to school, I study, and I work. Plus, in between there, I’ve been going to see Dad in the hospital, something I barely have time to do and still manage to fit in.