Kill Me Softly

Chapter 8 Bodhi

I'm onsite with the guys, blueprints stretched out in front of us as the city tries to find holes somewhere within our operations. They have been trying to red tag our newest addition to Lennox's ever growing empire but are currently not having any luck as they look over my shit for the sixth time in twelve weeks. I've been on edge more than usual since last night and I feel my patience waning more still as Gus scratches his nuts again. Cindy my assistant frowns in distain before excusing herself and disappearing into the trailer.

I was struggling with my PTSD really bad when I came back home. Every noise or loud commotion would set me into a spiral of aggression and frustration. But once I started working for Len on the construction of his businesses, I found that I was feeling better. People bumping into me on the streets no longer made me contemplate murder. My teeth were no longer on edge every time Killian would blast his devil music from his bedroom. Between being onsite all day and adopting Mozz, I felt like a civil again.

Mostly anyway.

I nod at Jeff, my lead Supervisor, before following Cindy into the trailer. I remove my hard hat and shake out my hair as I feel a migraine coming on. As I hear my personal phone begins to ring Cindy brings me advanced migraine relief medication.

Checking the caller ID I see that it's Jhett so I pick up, nodding a thanks to the rail thin blonde when she gives me the goods. She nods back before heading to her office at the back of the trailer and I take a seat on the couch I have in the main room.

"Sup bro," I say around the mouthful of pills before swallowing them dry.

"I was able to crack the code and get into their software. Someone is definitely paying the city to stall development," I hear the click-clack of his keyboard in the background as he speaks. "I'm working on backtracking the IP so that I-."

"Save me the techno lingo, J. Let me know when you have a name," I hang up before he can reply.

Tossing my phone aside I rub my temples and count down the hours till I can go home. A knock breaks me out of my thoughts and I stand to answer it. The man, Gus, is glaring at me as he holds his clipboard with a fat fist.

"You have two days to get the permit for electrical or I'm shutting you down."

I narrow my eyes at the fat man and smirk a little when he starts to look nervous before he signals for his group of consultants to follow him. Sighing as I go back for my cell and hard hat I see that Kill had messaged me in the two seconds I'd put the device down.

What'd you say to Sienna?

I leave the little shit on read as I go on with my work day and try to put the woman who has him whipped out of my mind. It's a moot point because soon after I start cutting sheets of metal and I get zoned in on my task, my thoughts drift to her.

Sienna.

The reason I offered to buy dinner last night was because I needed to have a face with the name. Killian had come home from a hit a couple weeks ago and has been weird ever since. The boys and I got him piss drunk the other night and finally weaseled the information out of him.

Apparently my dumbass of a brother stalked this woman to work and then to her home after he witnessed her murder some creep who was following her. Oh and bought her a couple of coats because she "had to toss the one with murder on it and had seemed sad about doing so."

I shake my head as I finally cut the amount that I need before I set them at the side of the site that needs them. Mark thanks me with a nod as he silently grabs for a sheet and readies it for his partner. I give him one back before I check in with each group, helping the men who are about to pour concrete tomorrow as they ready the stakes and plywood.