Ranger's POV:

This day couldn't get any worse. First, Stephanie takes off, with my forty thousand, which at this point was now irrelevant. I just needed to find her.

We both needed to stop running.

I shook my head. Trying to clear my thoughts and focus. I needed to focus.

Fuck.

Now, I was getting my ass chewed off by some 50 year old trucker. Fuck.

Lester , Hal and Tank seemed to be enjoying the show. They couldn't stop smiling. I have this sudden urge to fire everyone.

And then, my mother phoned. I almost did a trademark Babe eyeroll in front of everyone. They say bad things always happen in threes, so who was the next phone call going to be coming from?

The conversation didn't exactly go as planned. She somehow knew I was in Miami. How the hell did she know that? It must be a mother thing. They seem to know everything. Either that or the shit eating grin on Lester's face was because he had ratted me out.

He was going to get it. Payback's a bitch.

"Young man, I don't think you're understanding a word I am saying to you." voiced the trucker. What was his name? Oh yes, Kaiser. Which meant king, how ironic that he was lecturing me.

I snapped back to reality. "I heard everything you said."

"You may have heard it boy, but you sure aren't computing it." I heard a couple of snickers from behind me.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean sir?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"It means get your head out of your ass and get on your way to Ocean Mall. Go find her. She took our van. It's a 2008 Caravan, dark blue."

I turned to leave.

"Oh, and boy, " he started, " you'd better find a nice way to spend that forty thousand she's carrying around with her. A nice vacation, " he paused " or an even nicer ring."

" I don't believe in marriage"

"You will."

What was with everyone? I was still mentally shaking my head when we got back to the trucks. Tank pulled out on to the main drag as my phone rang. See, bad things did happen in threes. Now what the fuck was this going to be about? My heart thudded in my chest, as I mentally sent a note up to God to keep Stephanie safe. I promised him my soul. And a couple million.

"Hello."

"Manoso. Where the fuck are you?"

Damn. It was Morelli.