Free Head Over Heels (The Bridesmaids Club Book 3) by Leeanna Morgan Page A

throat. “You need to learn how to hide what you’re thinking, Sally. Anyone who saw you now would be worried about what’s going through your head.”
    “I’m not planning anything that you wouldn’t do.”
    Sean left his dish towel on the counter and helped himself to a glass of juice. “Just make sure you know what you’re doing. If you need help, come and see us.”
    Sally kissed Sean’s cheek. “Thank you, but I don’t need your help. Everything’s going to work out fine.” And it would, as long as Todd let her use his barn.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    Todd walked toward Pastor Steven’s front gate. It didn’t seem as if a whole month had passed since the last time he’d been here for their meeting.
    “Hey, Todd. Wait up.”
    William, one of his friends, jogged toward him. He had a worried frown on his face. “Dylan’s looking for you. It sounds urgent.”
    “Did he say what it’s about?”
    William shook his head. “He said to give him a call. I’ll see you inside.”
    Todd pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He wasn’t going to jump to conclusions and think the worst. Dylan had a busy life. There were hundreds of urgent things happening each day that Todd could help with. It might not involve New York or the gang that had set them up a few weeks ago.
    He found Dylan’s number and waited for him to answer. “What’s wrong?”
    “Where have you been? You were supposed to be at Pastor Steven’s place half an hour ago.”
    Todd gripped the phone tight. “I got held up. William said to call you.” He heard Dylan take a deep breath, and he got ready for the news that couldn’t be good. Dylan had been in the Military, captured by the Taliban, tortured and left for dead. Someone who’d been through all of that didn’t scare easily.
    “Detective Munroe called. Word on the street is that Mitch is coming after you.”
    “Shit.”
    “You’ve got that right. We need to talk security. If anyone finds out where you’re living, they’ll hit hard and won’t stop until you’re eliminated.”
    Todd fought past the panic freezing his brain into a solid chunk of ice. Mitch Zambezi ran the gang affectionately called, Mama’s Boys. But there wasn’t anything affectionate about the way they did business. The streets of New York were littered with their leftovers. Homeless men and women became drug mules, prostitutes, and thieves. And that went nowhere near the scumbag’s drug infiltration at schools. He hooked them young and left their families to deal with the consequences.
    At last count, the NYPD estimated Mitch Zambezi’s control of the New York drug scene at around thirty percent. He gave thousands of people their daily fix for a small fee. He’d amassed a large fortune and created an empire. There’d been no cracks in his armor until Todd turned up three years ago.
    “You still there?”
    Todd heard the concern in Dylan’s voice. His last trip to New York was supposed to track Mitch down once and for all. But he was as slippery as a snake and managed to get away. Again.
    “I’m here,” Todd said. His voice was strong and steady, a mile away from what he was really feeling. Mitch Zambezi had killed Todd’s wife and son.
    Before the worst night of his life, he’d never heard of Mitch Zambezi. But Mitch had heard of him. He’d sent his minions to follow him, scout out his most vulnerable moments, test his ability to fight back. They’d broken into Todd’s home, shot his wife and son, and left him for dead.
    Todd had unwillingly become a pawn between the New York drug lord and the FBI. With his testimony, he could have brought Mitch down, had him arrested on felony charges that would have slapped him in prison for the rest of his miserable life.
    But even with Todd’s testimony, there hadn’t been enough evidence to get a conviction. That hadn’t stopped Todd. He’d kept looking for evidence, pushing Mitch to make a mistake that would land him in