“Don’t worry about it,” Dimitri grunted.
Elias gave the boy a tiny smile before kicking the body bag toward the hitman.He gave the man a hard glance.Still screaming, the hitman stuck his hand inside the bag, his breathing becoming more labored as Dimitri pressed the heel of his boot on the finger to slow the bleeding.
Tyre gave them another worried glance before gulping hard.He resumed tapping away at the computer, his fingers moving fast as if he was in a hurry to get them out to clean up the blood.Jediah lingered behind the chair while Tyre worked.
Abeepfinally came from a machine.
“Is it ready?”Dimitri asked, hovering the finger above the scanner.
Tyre nodded quickly.He shuffled about in his chair as the hitman continued to groan.“W-what did he do?”
“Hitman,” Elias answered.“We killed the other three and left before police could arrive.”
“Civilians?”
“Yu know Jamaicans.Of course people did have phone,” Cameron said.
“I’ll get started on wiping any videos I can find online,” Tyre said, shifting his focus back to the computer.In twenty minutes, he knew everything about the hitman.
Cameron grabbed the file from the printer and laughed.“What kind of name is Errol?”
“Mi father did name Errol,” Dimitri defended.
“So?”Cameron asked, raising his brow.“Old ass name.”
“Show some respect, Cameron.His father died,” Elias said, and Cameron pretended to zip his lips and throw the key away.Elias scowled at Cameron’s antics while accepting the file.He flipped through the pages, picking through the information until he found the most relevant.“He works for the… Valcourts.”
“What?”Jediah exclaimed, startling Tyre.Jediah stormed toward Elias and yanked the document from him.He looked from the document to Errol.
Errol grinned through the pain.Dimitri sneered before gun-butting him.Errol’s head snapped backward, blood rushing to his mouth and staining it.He seemed disoriented for a fleeting second, but when he recovered, he laughed like a maniac.
Jediah’s grip tightened on the document, causing the papers to crumble.Errol was disrespecting him.How could he have no respect for the largest gun supplier in Jamaica?“Kill him,” Jediah ordered through clenched teeth, unblinking as Dimitri took out his gun and gave Errol a clean shot in the ear.
The laughter abruptly stopped.
Tyre gasped as Errol’s body stilled.His eyes widened at the blood crawling across the floor.“Jed, Reka a go kill mi!”
“Relax, rookie.”Cameron chuckled as he laid a heavy hand on Tyre’s shoulder.“A no the first somebody dead in here.”
“The room will be clean before Reka returns from her assignment,” Elias assured, and Tyre nodded, though still apprehensive while staring into Errol’s lifeless eyes.
Jediah gave the file to Elias before leaving the room.His men followed him.He didn’t have to look back to know that the men who guarded Tyre were calling in a clean-up team to dispose of what used to be Errol.
“Dimitri,” Jediah called over his shoulder.
“Jed?”Dimitri answered.
“You know what I need you to do.”
Dimitri nodded.A small smirk came on his lips as Elias sighed.While the large room of workers came into view, Dimitri said, “Duppy dat.”
Jediah winced as he entered his bathroom.He dug around in the cupboard until he found the first aid kit.He poured the alcohol onto his forearm where the bullet had grazed him, and gritted his teeth.He watched as the liquid trailed down the tattoos on his arm.
Turning his back to the mirror, he looked over his shoulder at all the tattoos crawling up his back.A long slash was on his back where Ari had clawed at his skin in their rush to get naked.Her perky breasts and toned abdomen flashed in his mind, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that stirred below his belt.
He needed to find out everything about her, but he needed to be smart about it.Tyre was still training and had to report to Reka whenever she returned.Though he could ask him to dig up information on Ari and demand that he keep it a secret, it made no sense to hide anything from Reka.She excelled at her job because of their transparent relationship.It’d be best to wait for her, but his patience to find Ari was wearing thin.
A vibration disrupted his thoughts.He put down the alcohol bottle to reach into his pocket for his phone.It was a simple text from Dimitri: “Checkmate.”