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“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied with a grin. “We’re just going to ruin what’s left of Randal’s life, then come straight home.”

“Good.” He motioned for the door and I took that as my cue to leave. The man probably didn’t need to sit and brood alone, but it was what he did best, so I left him to it. I had shit to do to get ready before we could leave.

CHAPTER 28

Butcher

As promised, Cypher called Lock the next morning to let him know his jet was waiting for us. Lock had brought the four of us to the airport and we were waiting to be brought back to the tarmac. It was early. Too damn early but Cypher did shit in his own time. Some bullshit about using the jet for an actual paying customer. I wasn’t paying much attention while Lock had talked to him over the SUV’s speakers as he drove.

Isla yawned, then swallowed it because her jaw dropped open as we walked up to the jet. She shot Lockout a contemplative look. “How much money does this Cypher have?”

“Enough that he’s buying lunch the next time we meet,” Lock muttered.

The black jet was the epitome of luxury. Not that I cared about that crap, but Isla was grinning as her eyes lingered on the jet.

“She’s comfortable, too,” Warrant said with a wink. “There’s even a bed in the back cabin.”

My eyes narrowed on him and I stepped in front of Isla so when his eyes went to land on her he found me there waiting instead.

He cleared his throat and shrugged. “In case anyone gets tired.”

“Yeah right,” Isla replied. “Sleeping on those sheets you’d be sure to catch something.”

Scythe chuckled at that while Warrant leaned around me to give her a pained look. “We’re clean.”

She patted his chest as she walked past to go up the stairs that were now down and waiting for us.

I patted his chest next, but less of a pat and more of a thump. A warning. It gave me a small sense of satisfaction to see him knocked back a step.

“Quit fucking with him,” Scythe told his friend.

“But it’s so fun,” Warrant complained as I walked up the steps.

“Hello,” Toxic told the flight attendant as he got on the plane. She was a pretty blonde. Toxic didn’t exactly have a type. As long as she was female and human, he’d hit on her. I was shocked he even had those requirements.

“No touching the staff,” Warrant warned. “Cypher made that clear when all of us started working for him.” He sounded aggrieved at that statement.

“Idon’t work for him,” Toxic answered, giving the attendant a large grin.

“Anymore,” Scythe muttered.

“Nope, but you’re using his shit,” Lock replied from the front of the plane. “Follow his rules. Direct order,” he added when Toxic opened his mouth to argue.

“Fine,” Toxic grumbled and sat down in the seats across from where Isla and I had taken a seat.

Lock came over and sighed. “You have two days. Then we come after you,” he warned.

“Shit, that’s almost taken up by flight time,” I pointed out.

“A direct flight is about six hours,” Lock told me. “Get in, find Randal, get the fuck back home. Got it?”

We nodded.

“Two days,” he warned.

“Doesn’t like to give a lot of wiggle room does he?” Isla asked. “I sorta wanted to check out the blue hole while we’re there.”

Toxic perked up. “Kill Randal quickly, the blue hole, maybe sample some local…”

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