Page 54 of Charity's Redemption

“Don’t you think he’d want to know?”

“Then call him,” I said as I turned my head and watched the sides of the garage while backing up. “Nico doesn’t do bloodshed.”

“I’m fairly certain he was the one who shot up Josh’s car when Josh was trying to kill Charity.”

I pulled onto the road and made my way towards her location. “He had no other alternative. This time, he does.”

Max placed his phone to his ear.

“We have a problem. Charity is on the other side of town and still not answering. We’re on our way. Do you want the address?” He glanced at his screen, then quickly put it back to his ear. “Okay, I’ll send it to you now.”

Max hung up the phone with a glimmer of ‘I-told-you-so’ on his face.

“I take it he’s coming.”

“He said he’d meet us there.”

Fantastic.

So now when I find her sitting on the couch watching reruns of some stupid comedy show and eating flaming hot Cheetos, I’ll have Nico there to watch me explode. Not like he hasn’t seen it before, but he’s always the one with logic and reason. I don’t want him to ruin the enjoyment I’d get from flaying her ass with a hot knife.

My phone shrilled.

“Vito,” I said after pressing the green phone button on the car.

“I’m here, Boss.”

How did he make it there before us? “Okay, we’re almost there.”

“She’s either not here or someone brought her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, her car isn’t here, but someone else’s is.”

Okay, so I mayhave jumped the gun on the excitement a little too early.

I escaped from my brother’s metal handcuffs easier than I did Owen and his dimwit of a girlfriend’s restraints, which bugged the shit out of me.

Sweat beaded across my brow as I tugged and pushed, folded my hands, and tried one at a time. It was no use. The more I moved, the tighter and itchier they became, the tighter they became.

What the fuck did he make this out of, poison ivy? And what the hell is this thing attached to?

It didn’t matter that I tried standing. He had my arms wrapped around the back of the chair and my hands pinned to the dowels against my back.

Please, God, don’t let me die from two amateurs. Let me go out in a blaze of glory, like with a bomb or a bullet to the head after a wicked long shootout. Hell, I’ll even take exsanguination at its slowest possible rate, but not from them.

People would talk about me for the rest of their lives. Not because I was an amazing enforcer. No, because I allowed myself to be captured by these idiots when all the most dangerous criminals in the world couldn’t do it.

“I’m feeling a little neglected here,” I hollered for no reason other than to get this over with.

If he wanted an interrogation, I’d give him one.

“Hello? Anyone? I swear to God if you…” Owen and Kandy walked back in, her hand gripping his arm. “Oh, there you are. I was beginning to worry. Is everything okay? Was he able to get it up for you?”

Kandy scowled and glared at me with venom in her veins.

“I would help, but I’m not charitable, as my name would suggest. That’s a ‘you thing.’”

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