Page 53 of Fixate
Was the loyalty to her so strong that he was going to risk the wrath of a man who was willing to slaughter anyone who turned against him?
The answer to that had to be yes since he was here alone and talking shit about his boss.
I took a deep breath and then rounded the corner. The idiot was too caught up in himself to even realize I was there. Was it going to take a song and dance to get his attention?
I made a clicking noise with my tongue. When he looked at me, I shot him in the arm and the leg. We'll call it a two for one special because he had pissed me off enough that he deserved it.
I took it as a personal attack when someone went after someone I cared for. Dante had had my loyalty and now it was with Pharrell. Preacher had it too, though that was by association more than anything.
“Fuck!” The guy yelled as he fell to the ground. With his good arm, he tried to yank out his own weapon, but I kicked the gun away.
“You fucked up. This could have been much easier had you just come forward with your feelings. Now you have to die, but not before we have a little fun.”
Furious eyes were aimed my way. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You're just a pawn in this. Don't play in big boy games.”
I scoffed harshly. “You think I'm the one playing in big boy games? You have two bullets in you right now, and I'm standing here perfectly fine. I'm going to tie you up and take you back to the warehouse. Might even call Pip and give him a head start to come have some fun.”
The guy paled at the mention of Pip. I noticed he had that effect on a lot of people. He was a psychopath at best. His methods of torture were infamous. And he had no rational plan for how he carried them out.
Hearing him talk about what he considered fun was enough to make even my stomach roil.
I said, “You're getting the picture now, aren't you? I won't even offer you a way to make this easy because there isn't one. You're going to tell us what we want to know and it's going to hurt. But you chose this, and actions have consequences.”
I spoke to him like he was a child because really, this was the childish decision on his part. He could have done what I said and brought his complaints to Pharrell.
Pharrell would have explained everything, I'm sure. Or at least enough to settle him down. He might have even given him a chance to leave the organization.
But instead, we were here.
I pulled out the zip ties I’d brought with me. My booted foot kicked him until he rolled over. Then I hog-tied him. I patted down his pockets to get his keys.
I'd had a rideshare drop me off here earlier. During the daylight hours, this looked more like an industrial complex that was still in use, so the guy didn't ask questions.
But now I had a vehicle and a body to transport. It worked out great.
Once I had the trunk open, I lifted the guy and threw him in back. I made sure there was nothing he could use to get himself free. Then I closed him up and whistled my way to the driver's seat.
I drove with the radio up loud since the asshole thought it would be fun to kick and scream the whole way back. Vegas was busy enough at night that no one paid any mind. I doubt they could have heard him anyway.
And if they stopped me, all I had to do was explain who I was and who I worked for, and they would probably leave me alone.
Pharrell's sway in this town rivaled that of the Romanos back home.
When I reached the warehouse, I drove into the open bay. The men around stopped what they were doing to watch. I climbed out, still whistling a tune.
Henri and Pip appeared, followed closely by Pharrell. They were unloading the shipment that I had chosen to have as a distraction. We had the drop completed earlier than I told everyone else, just to make sure it was secured.
The guns would be sold at a higher price, and the drugs were going to supply some of our wealthier clients.
"I've got a present for you," I said, grinning at Pharrell.
He arched his brow. Surely, he was surprised by my openly flirtatious tone.
It wasn't that I was trying to flirt with him. It's just when you bring a man a body to beat and interrogate, it's kind of a sweet gesture.
At least in our world it was.
I might as well have been declaring my love for him. Not that I loved him or anything. That wasn't what this was about.
