Page 33 of Blood & Lace
Fuck, I love that sound. Screams were perfection.
I bit off the cap to my syringe. The liquid glistened in the dim, overhead lights, and I grinned. It was time for the main event.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I groaned and reached into the purse that I had slung over my shoulder. The black sequined dress swished as I rooted around, found it, and pressed it to my ear. When I saw the number, I scowled.
"What?" I snapped.
"You haven't been home in three days," Lucero said, his voice soft. "Are you upset with me?"
I groaned. My body wanted to sag against a wall, but I forced myself to get it together.
"Why are you calling me?" I asked flatly.
There was a slight pause. "You are mad at me."
I sighed, exasperated. "I am atwork," I snarled. "So, either tell me what the fuck you want or I'm going to come home and stick my size eight-and-a-half's right up your ass."
"You're coming home?" he asked, sounding like he perked up.
My fingers pinched the bridge of my nose way too hard. As I spoke, Max had rolled over and tried to drag himself away. Istabbed the sharp heel of my shoe into the crack of his ass. He screamed.
"Lucero," I said slowly. "You want to know what I really hate about men?"
"Yes."
"I hate when they don't listen. When you say one thing, and it goes in one ear and out the other with no fucks given. Do you understand? You're being a horrible husband right now," I said, aiming for the heart.
There was a long pause of silence. "I'm sorry," he said slowly. "I was calling because I missed you. I'm outside, waiting for you when you're done. And I have a cleanup crew all ready to go. About six men."
I blinked.What?I pulled the phone away from my ear and frowned. No, I hadn't heard what I just thought I had. There was no damn way.
"Where am I, Lucero?"
"The warehouse with that art guy," he said. "He touched you too much," he growled. "I almost ran over and broke his neck, but I stayed back. One of my guys got a little hurt though, but I didn't mean to do that," he said quickly. "Sometimes I just forget how strong I am."
I remembered him slamming me onto the dining room table and the air knocked out of my lungs. Yeah, that much was true. The man clearly had no idea of his strength at times. My cock twitched, and I scowled down at it. That moment shouldnotbe hot. I ignored his rambling and looked up the tracking app. Sure enough, there he was. Right outside.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I hissed. "How did you know where I was?"
"I–I had one of my brother's follow you the other day."
The other day. My stomach clenched, the world tilted. Did he know about Adam?No onecould know about Adam. Bile rose in my throat as my fingers sank into my hair.
"Onyx?"
"When?" I whispered. "When did they start following me?"
My heart hammered in my chest waiting for his answer, because the truth was that this would determine whether or not I had to kill him. I had agreed to help him, but when it came to my brother, I would slaughter anyone who posed a threat to him. Even myself.
"Yesterday," Lucero finally answered. "You hadn't come home in two days. Didn't answer my calls or texts, so I got worried.”
"Thank God," I whispered, clutching the dress against my chest.
"Onyx?"
I opened my eyes. The man underneath my heel had been weeping like a bitch the entire time, but I had totally and completely drowned him out. Now, my mind focused back to the task at hand. I could go back to work, and a cleanup crew didn't sound so bad. I hated the cleaning up bit.
