Page 115 of Savage Little Queen

“What do you think?” I muttered to Drake. “We die today?”

“I don’t fucking know if Anson has giant fucking balls or a trick up his sleeve. He is the Archangel but shit, I’ve never really seen him in action to this extent. I’m curious.”

“You’re nuts. You got your piece, at least?”

“Of course.” He patted the breast of his leather jacket. “I’ll kill a motherfucker with my pinky, though, if I have to. This is just easier.”

I sighed and kept following Anson.

He opened the door without even knocking and strode inside, the guards letting him without blinking a damn lash.

We followed him straight back to a heavy wooden door. Anson shoved it open without hesitation.

“Hey, motherfucker,” he greeted Everett in a booming voice.

Everett stood from behind his desk, his eyes wide.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“Inspection. I just wanted to make sure my kingdom was running smoothly. You know how it is.”

Everett looked to me and Drake, his eyes narrowed.

“You’ve brought Matteo’s men.”

“My men. Don’t insult me by claiming they’re my fathers. These ones are mine. I’m training them.”

Everett scoffed at him.

“Anyway,my menwill be conducting an inspection of the dungeons. I’m sure you’re good with that.” Anson smiled at him like he didn’t give a shit either way.

The guy confused me.Who the fuck was he?He seemed to have more secrets than the horsemen were aware of.

“I won’t be releasing anyone,” Everett warned. “I have contracts in place. The lower level is off-limits.”

“Nothing is off-limits to me,” Anson snarled, everything about his personality darkening. No longer was the easy-going guy before us. This was the fucking Archangel. “Unless you want to lose more than a finger this time.”

Everett sneered at him. “The lower level isoff-limits.”

Anson’s next words were quiet as he pulled a knife from his jacket and gave it an elaborate twirl. “Drake. Levin. See to it all levels are inspected, lowest level included.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Drake said, nudging me to follow.

“Mike,” Anson called out. One of the guards from outside Everett’s door came into the room.

“Show my men to the dungeon and let them have the keys. No one is to disturb them during their inspection. If they are disturbed, I’ll cut your cock off and feed it to Everett.Vy ponimayete?”

“Da, Arkhangel,” Mike answered in Russian.

Anson gave a quick nod of his head to us, and we followed Mike out. Mike was quick to give us the keys. He gestured to a metal door.

“Veselit'sya. Nikto ne uslyshit, kak ty krichish' tam vnizu,”Mike said before leaving us.

“My Russian is rusty. What did that prick say?” I muttered.

Drake placed the master key into the lock, and the door opened with a clang and creak. “He told us to have fun and that no one can hear our screams once we’re down here.”

“Great,” I muttered, following him inside.

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