Page 155 of Riordan's Revenge

The absolute idiot. God, the opportunity this gave us.

I twisted to Shade. “He’s mine.”

The enforcer started to speak then sighed. “Fine.”

“I need to fetch a weapon.”

Riordan grumbled, “And I need someone to unlock us. If we’re going down there, I can’t protect you as well with one hand tied.”

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled the key I’d taken from Kenney and unlocked the handcuffs with a clink of metal.

He gawked at me and rubbed his wrist. “I’ve been trying to pick that lock for the past ten minutes and you’ve had the key the whole time?”

I made big eyes at him. “I wanted ye to stay close. So shoot me.”

With a gripe about using the cuffs on me later, he captured my face with both hands for a rough kiss that told me we had so much left to talk about, then kept with me as I collected my blade from the bedroom.

With Arran and Shade, we left the apartment, emerging from the lift to find my brothers had descended the stairs to come along for the ride. I rolled my eyes but travelled to the office. It was weird with no music pounding through the wall. Arran must’ve closed the clubs to secure the warehouse for an evening of lighting up the city.

Inside the office, Lonnie lounged against a wall, Mick perched on the desk.

Lonnie lifted his gaze and locked on to me. His smirk fell.

I didn’t wait for the lies, reaching around him to slice my blade across the back of one knee. He went down like a fallen oak, screaming and clutching his injury.

I kicked him onto his back and placed my boot on his throat. “How did ye get out?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t even there.”

Leaning in, I drew a line across his face with the dull edge of my blade.

Lonnie went very still, only trembling as he clutched his ruined leg, blood blooming across his jeans and dripping to the floor.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“I crawled down a tunnel to the crypt and busted out a grate.”

“Was anyone with ye?”

“No. There was too much smoke to see.”

“Why did ye help Moniqua?”

“I didn’t.”

“Fucking liar. Ye betrayed Arran and everyone on your crew for that miserable cunt?” I hooked the blade under his chin.

Lonnie’s terrified eyes leaked tears. “Okay. I did. She isn’t a bad person. You have to believe me. All she wanted was security and a good job. I said I’d help her get it.”

“Did she tell ye who the Deadwater murderer is?”

“No. I didn’t even know that was part of her plan. Only that she wanted to impress Red which involved collecting you from the hospital.”

Collecting? I locked my jaw. He’d knocked me out then took me into enemy territory without a second thought. “Is she the killer?”

“Of course not. She’s just a girl.”

Moron. “Did ye plant notes in the warehouse for me and Alisha to find?”

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