Page 81 of Sinful Beauty

“Oops. That looks like it cost you one and a half fingers.”

If looks could kill, I’d have a million bullet holes in me.

“You’ve got seven and a half fingers to go.”

“Who do you work for?” Beads of sweat shine on his forehead. The chair jerks as he jerks his legs, but they’re bound tight and the fuck’s not going anywhere.

“I work for myself. Who do you work for?”

I lift my blade, making my intention clear.

“Contract work. A simple job. Pick her up. Lock her in. Gas her. Switch cars.”

“It’s not the first time you’ve worked for them. Yes?”

He nods.

“Who are they?”

“Just an outfit. We take odd jobs.”

“How do they pay you?”

“Cash.”

“What kind of car did you put her in?”

“Audi. Black sedan.”

“Plates?”

“I don’t know.” Beads of sweat run from his temple to his jaw.

“Is it a service car?”

“You mean like from the garage? Yeah.”

“What’s the name of the driver?”

I shift with the blade and the door swings open. In a flash, I’ve got my gun in my right hand.

“What’s—” The older man’s eyes widen, and he steps back.

“Come join us.”

He backs away, looking like he’s going to run, and I pull the trigger, sending a bullet straight into his skull. Blood splatters on the wall behind him.

“The name?”

Tobias gives me everything I need.

Back in my car, I call Penny. “She left in a Black Audi sedan. Driver named Andrey Novokov.” I read her the plates. “She’s in the trunk. Sedated. Destination unknown.”

“I’ll put out a trace.”

“Clean ups needed.”

“Body count?”

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