Page 89 of Vicious Little Games

“If you’re going to fuck them up and make me and Mike an accomplice, then I’m gonna need you to give me details.”

“And will any of the details get back to Dante?”

“Not unless he asks me questions about the details directly while I’m hanging up in the basement.”

“Good,” I say, trusting his word. “Both of those guards were fucking Cass during their night shifts.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.”

“So, Dante would probably be more than happy if they got fucked up.”

I consider my stepfather’s perspective on the situation for a moment. “Yeah, definitely.”

“Then I’m in. Give me a few minutes to discreetly get the addresses and fill in Mike. Meet you in the lobby in thirty?”

“Sounds good,” I agree before ending the call.

Thankfully, Lowell lives alone in a small, rundown house. A car is in the driveway which is another great sign.

Instead of breaking down the door, I pick the back door lock with one of Cass’s hair pins while Mike watches the front of the house, and August covers my back.

Once we easily break inside, we go unlock the front door to let Mike in before the three of us quietly head for the bedroom that’s down a short hallway, our guns in our hands.

“Mike, help me drag him out of bed to make sure he doesn’t pull a weapon. August, you flip the lights as soon as we grab him so we can watch him and he can see us,” I whisper to them in the living room.

The big man nods in agreement. Mike does the same.

Slipping into the dark room, his mass alone under the sheets is easy to make out. And we’re lucky there are no witnesses in bed with him tonight.

Mike joins me at the foot of the bed where there’s no footboard in the way. I nod in the darkness toward the feet. If we each grab one of his legs, we can keep our weapons in the other. Understanding me perfectly, I grab one foot at the same time Mike takes the other and then we pull.

Lowell is screaming before his ass and all the bedding hit the floor. That’s when the overhead light flips on thanks to August.

“What the–” he starts as he lifts a hand over his bleary eyes to blink up at us in the bright light.

“Grab the bedding off him,” I tell Mike so we can make sure he wasn’t sleeping with a gun.

Mike rips the comforter and sheets away, handing them to August who tosses them into the hallway while Lowell starts to try and get up.

“Sit your ass down,” I tell him as I hunch down and point the gun in his face.

“You! What do you want?”

“I told you not to cancel the phone number, and I told you to leave town. You didn’t listen to me.”

“Fuck you!” he huffs, which is when I stand up and slam my booted toes into his face. “Ow, fuck! What the hell is wrong with you?” Lowell shouts while clutching his bleeding nose.

“I’ve got a few questions for you, Lowell. We can do this here, making it quick and easy or we can take you to Dante’s basement where it’ll be slow and agonizing. I’m talking a very long week for you.”

He blinks at me, then at August and Mike who have their big ass guns pointed at his head.

“Fine.”

“If you’re not honest with me, we’re going to take you straight to the basement,” I warn him. “You sent Cass links to porn?”

“Yeah, so? You already knew we were fucking.”

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