Page 103 of Forgotten Deal

I bust a U-turn and make my way to the sketchiest pay-by-the-hour motel in the city. Exiting my SUV and making sure to lock up tight, I hustle to the Velvet Room. Before I can knock, the door opens and Darius yanks me inside and quietly closes the door.

He places his finger to his mouth and jerks his head to the “peep show” wall. I climb on top of the dresser and look through the holes, and what I see has my jaw dropping. Not what I see, but rather, who I see. It’s our target, John Davis; his flaming Phoenix tattoo gives him away. But what’s got me so damn shook is who John is fucking.

I climb down, and Darius whispers, “Boss is going to want them both alive. You got your pharmacy with you?”

“Of course.” I reach into my inner jacket pocket and pull out a small case with vials of various drugs and hypodermic needles.

Darius tells me the plan as he fires off a text to Romeo, and I follow him as we quietly exit the room. I hustle to the corner of the building and get everything prepared, waiting for my cue.

“Hold up, let’s not do anything crazy,” an unfamiliar voice says, and I sneak around the corner to find John Davis’ back to me. His gaze is locked on Darius holding a gun to his lover, Enzo’s temple.

I strike lightning-fast, plunging a hyperemic needle into John’s neck as he struggles against me. “Night night,” I menace as the man slumps into my arms.

“What’s going on?” Enzo stutters in shock. “And what the hell happened to your face?”

Black and blue from the plummeting I took from Darius last night, I stalk over to Enzo and grab the other needle from my kit. Enzo’s eyes go wide with fear. “No, wait!” But I’ve already pricked the pulsating vein in his neck; his eyes roll closed as he crumbles to the ground.

Darius hustles to his car and pops the trunk while I search both of the unconscious men—grabbing two guns, two knives, and two cell phones. Running to my SUV, I retrieve a signal-blocking bag and toss everything inside.

“Thanks. I don’t need another Matteo memento.” Darius taps the scar bisecting his eyebrow before he secures both men, and I help him hoist John, and then lover boy Enzo into his trunk. “You gonna watch this train wreck?” Darius asks.

“Wouldn’t miss it. I’ll follow you there.” I grab the bag and hurry to my vehicle, sliding behind the wheel. Grabbing my phone, I text Katerina

I’m gonna be gone all evening. Enjoy your night off. Love you.

I start up the vehicle, when my phone buzzes, and I eagerly grab it. “Damn, Kitty Kat.”

I shift in my seat to accommodate my semi. My wife sent me a nude pic on her hands and knees on the floor, her wild curls flowing down her back and nearly to the slope of her ass.

Already neglecting your pet.

Chapter

Forty

Kat

Smiling, I cinch my robe as I walk to the kitchen with my phone in hand. It buzzes, and I eagerly read the message from Fabio.

I’m whipping that naughty pussy tomorrow morning.

Promises, promises.

I giggle as I put my phone on the counter before rummaging through the fridge. My phone rings, and I groan when I see who’s calling. It’s Taylor, and I realize I might be in trouble with my friend. “Hey, girl?—”

“Don’t give me that ‘hey girl’ bullshit! What’s this I hear about you no longer working at The Diamond?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Good thing I’ve got the time,” she tells me. “Get your ass over here; I’m ordering takeout.”

“It’s a date. I’ll bring the wine,” I tell her.

“This evening; not next week because something ‘came up.’”

“Let me throw on some clothes, and I’m walking out the door,” I promise.

“So you’re naked with a man; I knew it!”

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