Page 114 of Menace

For once my brother looked uncertain and nervous. That wasn’t good, not good at all.

What was he involved in and how did it involve me?

As far as I knew he and that crazy bitch kidnapped me because he wanted to take me home. So why did they bring me here? When I tried to meet his eyes they slid away. It was a sure sign he was no longer in charge. He was just another lackey to the men standing over me. The same way he had been with our father.

Turning away from my brother I looked up at the two men. One was an older man, the other younger. The older of the two caught my eyes and held them. His eyes were dark and cold but calculating as he looked down at me. He wasn’t unattractive and I guessed him to be somewhere between forty five and fifty five years old. Thick dark hair with silver at the temples was perfectly styled and combed back from his face, a dark moustache with hints of silver curved over his top lip. His suit was dark grey and expensive, and I suspected it might have been made for him. His hands were clasped in front of him, they were well cared for and his nails were manicured.

He exuded wealth and privilege. And power.

The man beside him was younger and there was a marked family resemblance. Maybe his son? He was good looking with dark eyes and hair and a clean shaven face. His hair was short and well kept. His suit was black and as with the older man it looked like it had been made for him. His hands were in his pockets, his stance relaxed but I didn’t trust it one bit.

It was his eyes that scared me. They were like dark empty pools, there was nothing there. His face was blank, not a single emotion showed.

Looking from the one to the other fear streaked through me. With my brother I knew what to expect. With these men? I had no clue.

“Who are you? Why am I here? Where is my baby? What have you done with him?” I asked.

They said nothing, just kept looking down at me.

I threw a hand out towards my brother. “He kidnapped us and brought us here, why?”

The older man smiled, a small cold smile. “I see you don’t know who I am.”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t. Why would I know who you are?”

He was still smiling and it wasn’t a good smile. “My name is Carlos Mendez.”

He said it as if I should know the name, I didn’t. I frowned and slowly shook my head.

The smile disappeared. “I am the head of my family, a very powerful family.”

“Okay.”

What else was I supposed to say? I still had no clue who the hell he was.

“You work for the bikers.” He said as if it explained everything.

Again I shook my head. “No, I don’t. I work for Pixie.”

He frowned, glanced over his shoulder at my brother before looking back at me and shook his head.

“No, I have it on good authority the tattoo shop belongs to the bikers, you are working for them. Don’t try lying to me, you won’t like the consequences.”

I sighed and glared at my stupid brother. The asshole had obviously lied to these men.

“Ifhetold you I work for the bikers, he’s the one who’s lying. He knows I work for Pixie. The only reason I’m in Savannah is to help with the opening of the studio because my boss is a part owner. I’m supposed to go home soon.”

The younger one threw a look over his shoulder at my asshole of a brother and he shrugged.

Bloody kidnapping asshole.

“And who is this Pixie?” Carlos asked with a curl of his top lip.

Bloody criminal fucking assholes. How can they not know who they were dealing with?

“My boss is Pixie Maingarde Boudreaux and she owns Mainline Ink in South Africa. She is part owner of Mainline Ink Savannah.”

The moment I mentioned Pixie’s surnames their attitude changed, became watchful. It was obvious my dick for brains brother hadn’t told them who my boss was. Or if he had, he most probably told them I worked for the Shadow Wraiths.

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