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“It was a silly idea. At least this man can give you job security.”
“A man? You think I will have a better career because amangave it to me?”
She pursed her lips. That was what she thought.
“Mom, the man you want me to work for has agunand he’s aiming it at me. At all of us. He’s abad guy.Why would you say that’s better than me starting my own business?”
“Do you hunt?” Dad asked Sal. “I think that’s the wrong kind of gun for big game. Especially if you’re looking to make a trophy of it. Too much splatter. If you get one, let me know. I can taxidermy it for you.” He actually pulled out a business card from his pocket and held it out to the mafia boss.
“Who wants punch?”
I spun about. What the fuck? Perry? He was holding a tray with glasses filled with a red drink. Had he been in the kitchen all this time?
“I’m trying out a new kind of juice for the Sunday service. It’s a special retreat this weekend. Thought maybe your newfriendmight want some. Even sinners like you get thirsty.”
Sal made a funny sound, and I turned back to him. I wasn’t sure if he was having a heart attack or what, but he looked really pained.
My family could do that to someone.
“Perry, he’s holding a gun,” I said, not believing I had to remind them of that dangerous fact. “Now might not be the time.”
“I didn’t miss it,” he replied with a shrug. “This is an open carry state.”
Oh. My. God.
Where the fuck was Paul? If he didn’t get here soon, I was going to teleport like Jack wanted and leave my family to whatever fate Sal had planned.
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JACK
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“What?” I said, pressing my palm into the trampoline mat to test its bounce.
“You want to jump on a trampoline to get onto the roof? This isn’t middle school gym class. We’ll never get that high on this thing.”
I grinned, pushing myself up and throwing a leg over to climb onto it. “Oh yeah, we will. It launches you about twenty-five feet.”
Dax stared at the apparatus with more interest and less skepticism. Then he looked at the house and back as if he was doing geometry in his head.
I’d seen Briana fly through the air. If she could clear the house, we could. Dax and I weighed at least fifty pounds more. I hadn’t done well in Physics in high school, but evenI knew more weight meant more bounce. We’d get on the roof.
“I’m in, but what are we going to do when we get up there?” he asked.
I spared another glance at the house. The kitchen looked out over the backyard, so unless Sal decided, probably for the first time in his life, to enter one, then he probably wouldn’t see us. The neighbors were probably used to Briana flying through the air, so men in suits wouldn’t faze them.
“That balcony. I’m guessing it’s off the master bedroom.” On the second story was a covered porch. I assumed there were views of the mountains from up there. “We can swing down to it easily enough.”
“I’m not Spiderman. She’s inside,” he said, referring to Hannah and her superpowers.
I frowned. “She can’t climb walls.”
“Yeah, well, she’s got a gun on her and she’s not teleporting either, like she promised.”
When we got out of this, I was spanking her ass for not following the plan, and not for fun.
“Text Paul again and find out where the fuck he is,” I said, pressing into the mat with my weight so I bounced a foot or so up and down. Ensuring my gun was well secured, I gave it a little more pressure and my feet lifted off. Then more.