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“He was asking too many fucking questions,” Alistair yawns.

Facing the front, I throw the vehicle in gear, then drive off.

Chapter 6

Xander

After a silent forty-five minute drive downtown, I pull into the garage of my condo building. Pulling into my designated parking space, I park, then kill the engine. Swiveling in my seat, I face Joshua, who is giving me menacing glare.

“Joshua, Hendrix is going to cut the zip ties and remove the tape, but before he does that, I want you to know, if you try some funny shit, we will kill you and I’ll tell Sabre the Santiago’s took you out in retaliation. Nod your head if you agree.”

It takes him a few seconds, but he finally moves his head up and down. As Joshua leans forward to give Hendrix access to his hands, Alistair grips the tape on his mouth, then yanks it, taking some skin from his lips.

“Mother fuck!” Joshua growls, licking his lips.

“He forgot to add, he’ll be asking the questions. He asks, you answer. Not the other way around.” Alistair grins, showing all his teeth as he balls the tape up in his hand.

Joshua gives him an evil glare, before cutting his eyes at me. “What the fuck am I going to do with guns drawn on me?”

“Aht, aht, aht,” Alistair hisses between his teeth as he shoves his gun into Joshua’s side. “No questions.”

Joshua hangs his head, murmuring, “This crazy motherfucker.”

Alistair lets out a deranged laugh before he removes his gun, opens the door, then gets out. Zar and I exit next while Hendrix cuts the ties. Joshua rubs his wrists as he slides to the end of the seat, then steps out of the SUV with Frankie and Hendrix behind him.

“This way,” I instruct as I start walking over to the elevator with the others forming a semicircle around Joshua.

Once inside the condo, we go into the living room. The cleanup crew did a good job getting rid of Sabre’s blood. I point to the couch for Joshua to take a seat. When he sits, I ask, “Do you want something to drink, Joshua?”

“Yeah, Hennessey if you have any,” he responds, palming his low fade.

Going over to the bar, I pick up two glasses and a bottle of the brown liquor, then take them to the coffee table and sit the glasses down. Removing the top of the decanter, I fill the glasses halfway.

“Drink up, you’re gonna need it,” I tell him, placing the decanter next to the glasses, then picking one up.

Joshua watches me as I throw the liquor back, swallowing it all in one gulp. He reaches for his glass, then does the same.

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