Page 74 of Agony

Fisher pointed the gun at his chest and hissed. “Fucking move!”

“Shoot me, Fisher. It’s what I deserve, but I’m not moving until we talk.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m aware of that.”

Fisher was breathing hard and Justice could tell the man was stressed and anxious. He’d give anything to change that.

“I’m sorry for what I did. I’m sorrier than you’ll ever know.”

“Save your fucking sorry for someone who gives a fuck.” Fisher snarled. “Now move out of my way.”

Justice shook his head and walked forward in the small space. Fisher’s eyes widened before the glare was back.

“I went to Solomon’s warehouse where he kept Apollo, Azrael, and Cash.”

“So fucking what.”

“I can’t imagine living in a place like that.” Justice rubbed at his mouth, smoothing down his cropped beard as he stumbled over his words.

“You call that living?” Fisher sneered.

“My bad choice of words,” he murmured. “I can’t imagine what you went through.”

Fisher looked indecisive.

“Other guys were in there longer than me,” the man said woodenly.

“That doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have been in there for one fucking second.”

Fisher glanced away and the gun lowered. The noise from the porn seemed to have caught the man’s attention, but Justice doubted Fisher was seeing anything at the moment.

“I didn’t know, Fisher.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t fucking know.”

At his words, Fisher briefly closed his eyes and tipped his head down. The waist-length hair spilled forward like a dark cloud and as much as he loved that long fall of silk, he hated that it now obscured Fisher’s face.

“Can we start over?” he whispered.

Fisher shook back his hair before glaring at him.

“I don’t know if we can.” The man’s voice sounded rough.

“Can we try?” Justice tried to keep the pain from his words.

“I need to go. There’s somewhere I need to be.”

“Where?”

Silence met his question so he tried another tactic.

“Who’s the boy with you?” Justice gestured to the hall beyond the closed door.

“Someone as fucked up as I am.”

“If he’s an assassin, you should take him to Dave.”

Fisher glared at him and Justice hoped he had at least planted a seed. Right now, the safest place for all of the young assassins was at Dave’s estate.

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