Page 163 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
“Want me to come in and help with Emily?”
“Oh, please let that bastard in,” Emily growled, tucking her dark hair behind her ears. “I’ll show him exactly how feisty I am.”
Michael’s phone rang. “Hold that thought,” he said before answering. “Smitty? You’re clear? In Garfield? Good. Wait, they’re staging already? I need them further back, or we’re going to have a bunch of barbequed feds and cops. Yeah, I know, but plans have changed. No, don’t call Bruce. You and Paul, get your asses out of here. I fucking know. Give me a second.”
Lowering the phone, Michael addressed Liam. “Your father is here with all his FBI buddies, and they’re having a pow-wow at the diner one town over. My guys overheard they’re staging on Hayden Lane, which is too close.”
The countdown started before they left Michael’s bedroom. Jamison had clung to Liam as they watched him calculate how long it would take. Thirty-three minutes. Michael had decided on thirty-three minutes because he said CeCe was whispering the number in his ear.
And for once in her life, Jamison hoped ghosts were real. She hoped those whacky dreams were totally freaking real, and that CeCe knew what the hell she was talking about.
Liam bent down to grab Damon’s arm and check the time on his watch. “It’s two o’clock in the afternoon already?”
Michael had told them they couldn’t move until Eugene finished administering the drugs. The group downstairs thought they were receiving medication to enhance their sexual performances for later tonight, and they were, but with a heavy sedative added in.
Eugene had returned an hour ago to say goodbye to Michael. “Keep your hands off little girls, Eugene,” Michael threatened. “I might be dead soon, but someone will always be watching you.”
To his credit, Dr. Gilbert hadn’t balked, but instead held his head high. “Taylor should be arriving any minute. I’ve been ordered to stay until she can speak with me.”
“Then I suggest you get the hell out of here.”
“For what it’s worth, Mike, I am sorry,” Eugene said as he took his leave. “Cecilia was a lovely woman, and what you’re about to do, while barbaric, is necessary and very much warranted.”
Michael remained quiet until Eugene left, only snickering when the door was closed. “It’s necessary because once this is over, he thinks not a soul in the world will know how much of a monster he is.”
“I’ll take care of Gilbert,” Liam promised. “Get us out of here, and we’ll make sure he’s prosecuted to the fullest extent.”
“Prosecuted? Don’t disappoint me, Cohen.” Michael had shaken his head. “Have someone cut the guy’s dick off and let him bleed out. Eugene Gilbert likes them ten and under if you catch my meaning.”
Cutting off the man’s dick had sounded like a great idea to Jamison, and now, as she listened to Michael and Liam hash out what to do with the incoming raid, she wished she could start castrating every sick bastard in the house.
And she wasn’t the only one.
“If Taylor and Parker are already here, shouldn’t we go?” Emily rose to stand next to her sister. “And if someone gets in our way, just shoot them. Or give me something sharp. I can stab people.”
Michael ignored Emily’s escape plan idea. “Is there someone out there my men can pass a note to? Someone who’ll take it seriously? Your dad?”
Liam shook his head. “He’ll be surrounded by agents.”
“Then who?”
“I’m locked in here with you, remember?” Liam snapped. “I have no idea who’s out there.”
“All this trouble better be worth it.” Michael placed the phone to his ear again. “Smitty, do you recognize anyone else?” He listened for a second. “Ben Fairweather is there.”
Jamison scrambled to her feet. “My dad is here?”
“Yeah, but he’s surrounded by cops, too,” Michael told her. “Smitty says there’s another guy. He’s with your two dads, but keeps wandering off on his own, and he sure as hell isn’t obeying when the feds or the cops tell him to stay back.”
Liam glanced at her, and they both shrugged. It could be anyone.
“Big guy. Blondish.” Michael’s brows snapped together. “Smitty says he looks like Thor from the Avengers?”
“Holden,” Jamison said at the same time as Liam.
Michael’s annoyed gaze flicked between them. “Can he be trusted?”
Liam swiped the handcuff keys off the bed and started unlocking everyone. “If your guy can approach Holden when no one is around, he’ll take the note. But have Smitty tell Holden it’s from Beetlejuice, drop the note, and then get the hell out of there. Holden will shoot first and ask questions later.”
