Page 45 of Blood & Lace
Three dancing dots appeared and my breath hitched as I waited.
Light of my life: No!
Light of my life: You've been gone less than thirty minutes.
Lucero: And every single second away is agony
Light of my life: Pathetic. Get it together and go to work
Lucero: I'm only this weak for you
I couldn't believe Onyx was messaging me back. My heart felt heavy in my chest.
Light of my life: You're annoying.
Lucero: Did you eat?
A whole minute passed before a picture appeared. There was a plate that was clean but the spread that I'd prepared on the table was missing stacks of food.
Light of my life: Happy now? Now go do your work.
Lucero: Happiest I've ever been. Love you.
Light of my life: Still angry with you
Lucero: Not forever, right?
Damn.I was pretty certain my homemade French toast would have worked. I'd have to call my ma later and go over the recipe with her. She swore by certain dishes. Food was the quickest way to a man's heart, and I was desperate to get to Onyx's.
"You heard nothing," Nash said, cutting into my thoughts.
I put my phone away and smiled. "Not a word."
He grunted. "Head over to room 4, we got Drake Henderson. Lawyer from Bailey and Sawyer law firm." Nash whistled. "He should be able to pay no issue, we just need to remind him that paying debts is a good way to avoid death." Nash went the opposite way, no doubt getting tools or something.
I had my ballerinas on my hip, but I didn't tend to use them when I wasn't going to kill. I found the door and went in. I checked my phone to see if Onyx had texted me back but there was no such luck. I removed my jacket and placed both chrome Desert Eagles onto the counter on the far right wall. The room was bare except for a single chair in the middle of the room. There wasn't a window in sight, and one wall was just exposed brick. Everything was soundproof for these situations in mind.
"Hey, you're married, right?" I asked, rolling up my sleeves to my elbow.
There was nothing about this man that stood out. I couldn't even bother to remember his name. The only thing that had caught my eye about him was the gold ring around his finger. "Huh?" His gaze bounced around the room as if looking for a way out.
There wasn't one. His only way out was to pay his tab or through a body bag.
I snapped my fingers in front of his face to gather his focus once again. "Married, you have a wife."
"Yes. You want her?" He licked his lips nervously. "How much can it knock off what I owe?"
Disgust turned my stomach, and I drew my fist back and slammed it into his face. The sickening crunch against my knuckles only gave me an ounce of satisfaction.
"You'd give up your wife to save your own ass?"
When he didn't answer, I drew my fist back again and slammed it forward. His head snapped back hard, an audible crack echoed from him before he crashed to the ground with his chair.
"What the hell happened?" Nash asked as he came downstairs. He looked to me and then the man on the ground. "Lucero, he still owed us a lot of money. He had tabs to pay."
"He was going to sell his wife."
Nash opened his mouth and then closed it. My brother groaned as he marched over to us and dropped down. His fingers went to the man's pulse point. "Call Emir, we'll have to make the money back from his organs." Nash looked up at me. "How did you get on the conversation about his wife anyway? Your job was to come in and stand there."
