Page 30 of Inferno (SKALS 4)

She liked to think they could, but there were no fairytales in their story. Just the painful and bitter smack of reality. Breathing in her scent, Sebastian sighed.

“I’m not perfect, Taylor, but I will try my best to live up to your hopes and not let you down. You are the only thing that makes this life worth living. You and that little bobble head you’re carrying inside you.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his off-color comment. This was his way of lightening the mood, and humor from him was such a rare and precious gift. Tugging her arm free from beneath his hand, she gave his shoulder a playful nudge. “Nice, Sebastian. Real nice.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s true,” he countered, a hint of genuine amusement returning to his face. His dimples lie dormant as he peered down at her. “As gorgeous as you are, that kid of ours looks like an alien. At least when I saw it. For both our sakes, I sincerely hope it grows out of that stage.”

“Didn’t you ever see pictures of Mia before she was born?”

This time, his smile deepened. “Of course I did. I was only teasing you. Monique had ultrasound pictures plastered all over the place. She was even kind enough to decorate my appliances as well. I’m sure our child will come out just as beautiful as Mia. If not more so, because it’s ours.”

Her entire being seemed to warm with his words and the genuine sincerity in his voice. This was the beautiful side of him. It was one he was deathly afraid to show, but it was always the side of him she’d loved the most. Reaching up, she sank her fingers into his thick, unruly tumbles. He raised a questioning brow in response.

“I love you so much right now,” she admitted. “This side of you, seeing you laugh and smile. It makes me happy.”

Winking, he lifted her up and settled her on the floor beside him. “That may be true, but right now I need to focus on getting through the day.” Snaring her chin, he stole a quick kiss. “I’ll see you tonight. Take care of yourself and stay safe.”

CHAPTER 8 ~

Little else about Sebastian’s day was giving him reason to smile thus far. Despite running late, he’d decided to make a quick stop at the auto repair shop where Taylor’s car had been towed. Eyes narrowed, he stared at the older gentleman stationed behind the service counter, waiting for answers. The man wasn’t much older than fifty, but the years had not been kind. Wrinkles lined his face in deep, eroded canyons and his skin was rough and weathered. Thin capillaries stretched like roadmaps beneath his reddened cheeks, a dead giveaway his person of interest was a heavy drinker.

The stench of stale cigarette smoke hung heavily in the air and, despite the fact that it was only eight in the morning, Sebastian could smell the lingering booze from where he stood. His lip twitched into a momentary curl of revulsion. People like Neil were weak. They rarely functioned and seldom bathed. They merely existed, shuffling through the motions of day-to-day life, but never really living. They were little more than slaves who were beaten down and driven by the whims of their demons.

Scraping a hand through his greasy hair, the shop owner sneered. The few remaining teeth he had left stood out against his gums in ragged, brown peaks. “You G-men sure are putting up an awful lot of fuss over a stupid car accident if you ask me.”

“Fortunately for both of us, Mr. Vant, I didn’t request to hear your opinion.”

Sebastian drew back with a grimace as the man sucked down a sharp hock of phlegm. Jabbing the countertop with a stubby finger, Neil’s watery brown stare clashed with his. “I want you outta my shop.”

“There is a simple enough solution for that,” Sebastian replied. “Tell me what I want to know and I will leave.”

“I don’t know nothin’!”

Shaking his head, Sebastian lowered his chin to his chest with a quiet laugh. “Yes. That much is becoming painfully clear.”

Muttering beneath his booze-fueled breath, the man waded out from behind the counter. Sebastian’s hand immediately shifted to the gun holstered at his hip. The movement brought the shop owner up short.

“Look…”

“Agent Baas,” he supplied.

“Yeah, whatever. I already told your partner everything I know.”

“That was him, not me. I have reasons for wanting this information, very personal reasons, and believe me when I tell you that you do not want to be the one standing in my way.”

“I can’t help you,” the man muttered, already starting to waddle his way toward the back of the shop. Angling his girth sideways, he began squeezing past the dilapidated stacks of boxes flanking the doorway.

“Do you have a family, Mr. Vant?” Sebastian inquired in a low and conversational voice.

The man froze, his shoulders stiffening before he spun. Fear flashed across his face. The brief spark ignited something dormant and a sudden vitality washed away some of the lifelessness in his muddy eyes. Sebastian’s smile was soft and unapologetic. Trailing a gloved finger along the grimy rim of the countertop, he strolled closer, his steps casual and slow.

“I know that you do. You have a daughter. Janet, I believe. She’s a single mother struggling to raise two boys on her own near the outskirts of Phoenix. Your wife, Rose…” He shook his head with a soft tsk. “She truly is a saint. She’s stood beside you for almost thirty years now despite your multitude of failures and drunken affairs. But perhaps she isn’t the best example to give,” Sebastian continued, inching closer, his gaze now honed on the trembling man. “I have serious doubts about how much a man loves a woman if he betrays her by taking his needs or affections elsewhere. Maybe we should discuss your mistress instead.”

“Stop it!” Neil yelled, his voice breaking. “Christ almighty! You twisted fuck! Just stop!”

Sebastian made no effort to mask his grin. The wide, dimpled smile only seemed to amp the man’s horror. Wide-eyed, he stumbled away, only to have his back collide with the dilapidated stack of boxes. Several of them toppled, sending a shower of yellowed papers and receipts into the air where they fluttered until landing against the chipped concrete floor. Cursing, the man dragged his shaking hands down his ruddy face. His eyes flickered to the mess at his feet.

“Leave them,” Sebastian ordered quietly. “Look at me, Neil. I need to know that we have an understanding.”

“Yes. Yeah, okay. I understand, but I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I want to know what sort of business you are running here. How is it that someone was able to just waltz into your shop and take my car, a vehicle that was registered under my name, without my consent?”

“You people are all the same,” Neil snapped. “You come in here, flashing your fancy badges and waving your dicks around while making demands. Here’s a novel idea for you, Agent What’s Your Face. Instead of wasting time terrorizing innocent civilians, why don’t you grab some crowbars, pry your collective heads out of your asses, and start to communicate!”

A frightened squall escaped the man as Sebastian lunged. Snatching him up by the front of his collar, he barreled Neil full force across the shop and slammed him against the wall. The man grunted in pain, the air leaving him in a shallow wheeze. Purpling, the shop owner writhed in his grasp as Sebastian twisted his collar and wrenched him up on his toes. Leaning in closer, he let his eyes drop into mere seething slits.

“Let me give you a valuable piece of advice,” he warned, tightening his hold until the gloves casing his knuckles strained. “Nobody talks to me that way. Least of all some degenerate drunk.” Leaning down, he issued a cold whisper against the man’s ear. “Never speak to me that way again. If you do, I will kill you. Are we clear?”

The man nodded mutely against his smothering hold.

“Good. I am going to let you down. When I do, you are going to tell me everything I want to know. If you insult me or refuse again, I am going to drag you into that back room and start ripping out your fingernails one-by-one. Understood?”

Another frantic nod followed.

“I can’t hear you,” Sebastian chided.

Neil’s affirmation came in a strangled choke. Releasing him, Sebastian smoothed the front of his uniform and leaned a hip against the counter. His face remained passive as the other man hit his knees, gasping and sputtering for air. Once the desperate hacking had finished, Sebastian straightened and offered an unrepentant smile.

“Who took my car?”

All traces of bravado fled the shop owner. His shoulders sagged, and for the first time that morning, he humbled himself in defeat. “I spent my whole life trying to avoid getting tangled up with the likes of you and here I am stuck in the middle of some sick fucking game of tug-o-war. It ain’t fair.”

“Life seldom is.”

“Yeah well it ain’t right the way you’re doing me,” he mumbled, his pudgy body shaking and strung-out with a mixture of anger and fear.

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