Page 8 of Sinning for Santa

“And you most definitely shouldn’t kill people’s loved ones,” the man says darkly, and again, it still doesn’t narrow it down.

This shit comes with the territory of being a part of Victoria’s most ruthless crime family. People die. It’s as simple as that.

If they fuck with us, or run with those who are the truest forms of the scum that walks this earth, then yeah, they are gonna find themselves fucking dead by a Marx hand.

“You sound like nothing more than a coward if you are blackmailing other people into doing your dirty work for you.” I point out and he scoffs.

“Looks like you’re a coward too then, since blackmailing people is one of your specialties.”

“You know what else is my specialty? Chasing fuckheads like you to the ends of the earth until you’re begging for mercy, only to die by my hand.”

“Maybe,” he hisses, “but until then, you’d better keep looking over your shoulder,Devon.” He draws out my name like it’s a foul taste on his tongue. “Oh, and to make it interesting, just so you can have a taste of your own medicine, I think I’ll start killing people you care about before I get to you.” He chuckles through the line. “You know, just for the hell of it.”

“Nice try, arsehole. You’ll never get close enough.”

“Oh really? What about your little blonde side piece still trembling in the confession booth? I bet I can get to her.”

My wide eyes dart to the little mouse trembling with fear, her arms wrapped over her chest as she stares at the slate floor, before I shoot them back to Finn.

Fuck.

He can see us.

“And the things I’d do before I kill her,” he continues. “I’ll even record it and send you the video once I’m done. I might even insist she keep those sexy fucking heels on.”

My eyes mimic Finn’s, wide shock before I mouth, ‘cameras’.

Realisation crosses Finn’s expression, and he steps away, probably to find Dominick, who’s not only really fucking talented with a gun and knife, but is a hacking wizard.

“She’s not my girl,” I snap, trying to keep this fucker talking in the hopes he gives something about himself away.

“Isn’t she? Then why save her and not Father Peters? You dived into that booth on her like your very existence depends on hers.”

“She is nothing but an innocent woman that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” I point out.

“Oh how unfortunate for her,” Mr V says empathetically before his tone fills with nothing but hate as he yells. “It looks like she’s just another bystander that becomes collateral damage in everything you fucking touch!”

The line goes dead then, and for a long tense moment, there’s not a sound to be heard in the church.

What the fuck just happened here?

My gaze drops to Phillip Randall as I remember the promise I gave him. Not that he deserves to get a promise, but his sister and her three children don’t deserve to suffer.

“Lenny!” I bark, dragging my gaze from Phillip to find our shortest soldier, but just as fierce as everyone else, charging my way. “Do an ID check on both of them,” I order, and as he nears I lower my voice to a whisper in case Mr V has audio feed into the church. “Find out who their families are andsend a crew to do a welfare check. We may need to provide them protection as well.”

“Yes, boss.”

I roll my eyes. “Cut the shit, Lenny. How many times do we have to go over this? You’re not in the police force anymore. Just use my fucking name.”

He smirks, nodding. “Yes, boss.”

He doesn’t even flinch at my glare, the fucker not scared of anything. Not even me.

I’m not sure I like that.

“Cameras and audio are down,” Dom calls from the doorway as he hurries in with Finn, and even though it’s a relief to know the arsehole that ordered my hit tonight can no longer see or hear us, it doesn’t fucking ease my tension, because what the fuck! Someone tried to kill me on sacred fucking ground!

“I want everything you can find on these two,” I bark at both Dom and Finn as they stop before me. “Go through their phones, computers, contacts, fucking everything and find me Mr V!”

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