Page 99 of Heartless Sinner

“Motherfucker,” Brahm says with a wild smirk. “Let’s go see who he is and who he’s working for.”

We’re up and out of the room. We head to the vault with guns ready to see our new friend.

We kick open the door and find that he’s still trying to escape. Oh, but the look on his face when he sees us is classic.

As it’s so late, he probably didn’t expect us to still be around. That tells me something. That whoever is working with him is possibly not anyone who was at the meeting earlier.

I’ve been purposely keeping my schedule to myself. So sometimes, not even my guards know where I am.

“Well, look at this.” I wave my gun in the air and tap the side of my head with the butt, allowing the asshole to see the unhinged side of me. “We just caught ourselves a rat, haven’t we, Brahm?”

“Sure have, cousin.”

“Get me the fuck out of here!” the guy shouts in a rich eastern European accent, rattling the rails as if he seriously thinks he can break free.

“Okay.” I taunt, cocking the hammer on my gun.

The guy’s eyes widen and he’s about to say something, but I shoot off his kneecaps. He goes down to the ground howling with pain and hugging his bloodied knees.

Only then do I open the cage. The rails move back up into the ceiling and we walk toward the guy.

“Let’s see who we’re talking to.” Brahm grabs him by the neck and rips off his balaclava.

It’s Estes Pokapieva. The motherfucker who was at the factory in Denver with Scarlett. The guy Brahm got the footage of.

Brahm glances at me, and I nod.

“So, Estes, this is how we’ll work. You’re going to tell me everything I want to know. I’d advise you not to fuck with me. Every time you do, I’ll shoot something.”

“You motherfucker!” he wails. “I’ll never tell you anything.”

I respond with a bullet to his shoulder. He screams so loudly I expect the windows to shatter. “I wonder how many bullets the human body can take before it bleeds out?”

“I’ve wondered the same thing.” Brahm smiles. “If this guy keeps up his fuckery, we may find out.”

“I’m counting on it.” I cock the hammer and shoot the guy in his stomach. “Ready to talk yet? That last wound there could kill you.”

Estes coughs blood and holds up his hand. “I’ll…talk.”

“Who are you working for?”

“Marcus Cage.” He coughs.

Brahm instantly looks at me, all the humor gone from his eyes on hearing that name.

We know Marcus Cage in the sense that we know to avoid him. He’s a big-time black market dealer who works with some of the world’s most dangerous criminals. He’s more dangerous than all of them because you can’t trust him.

“He’s working with one of our guys. Who is it?”

“I don’t know. I swear I don’t know. I just got the details to come here at this time. We’ve been watching the place.”

“You must know something more than that.” I hold up my gun again, ready to shoot.

“No, please.” He grits his teeth through obvious pain. “There’s a new guy from Russia. Someone who thinks he can get close to you. That’s all I know.”

My body tenses. “What’s his name?”

“Anton Chekhov.”

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