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Going after him was a waste of fucking time and effort. Although, his brief stay at my cabin sated a small part of me, it wasn’t enough. His screams, his blood, his wide-eyed terror only served as a taste for the demons in my soul. Now, they’re fuckingstarving.
While going through my handwritten list again, I scroll through the names on my computer screen. The who’s who of the criminal underworld is right here at my fingertips, but it’s not enough.
It fucks me to say, but someone like Bullet would really help right about now to track some of these bastards down. But even if I was considering asking any of the Guardians for help, those bridges have been burned. None of them will help me now, not after the way I left them.
Hurt them to protect them.
I send a text to the only other person I know with the ability to track down the people I’m looking for.
Me: Need to call in a marker.
L: Confirmed. What you got?
Me: Got a list of names.
L: Send it through.
Me: Done.
There’s no need for small talk with this guy. Anytime I need something done, he delivers, every fuckin’ time without fail.
While I wait for a return text, I stare at the whiteboard on the wall of my spare bedroom. The huge board takes up more than half the wall and is covered in photographs, and the locations of the clubs and a few houses frequented by the Demonio de Hielo. While I have a shit-load of incriminating evidence of the cartel’s activities, what pisses me the fuck off is that none of it relates to the human trafficking component of their business. It’s as though that branch of their operation doesn’t even exist.
The rumble of a motorcycle outside catches my attention and I turn, eyes narrowed. I’d recognise those exhaust pipes anywhere.Fucking Priest.
Leaving the bedroom, I pull the door closed behind me and head down the hall. The knock at the door has me slowing my steps. Bastard can wait. Everyone knows I don’t appreciate visitors showing up unannounced.
I pull the door open then cross my arms over my broad chest, waiting.
Priest raises a brow then takes a step forward. When I don’t move, he stops, one foot in the doorway. “Let me in,” he says.
With a huff of annoyance, I step back, extending my hand toward the living room. “Make yourself at home.” My words are thick with sarcasm.
“I think I will,” Priest says as he claims my recliner and props his boots on the coffee table like he owns the fucking place. “You got a beer?”
I don’t have time for this shit. “I was about to head out, now’s not a good time.”
“Oh, yeah? Where’re you goin’?” He smiles wide.
Fucking mother-fucking asshole.As though he can read my thoughts, Priest chuckles. “Fuck you,” I say, heading to the kitchen to grab us both a beer. “What do you want, Priest?”
He raises a brow, studies me closely, then shakes his head. “Gotta take a piss first, you mind?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he heads down the narrow hall.
Uncapping my beer, I swallow down a long pull then lean on the counter thinking about how I can get him out of here. I should have known my outburst at the clubhouse wouldn’t be enough to deter him. The man’s a pain in the fucking ass when he’s got his mind set on something.
When five minutes have passed and Priest hasn’t returned, suspicion creeps in and I head toward the bathroom. At the end of the hall, the door is firmly closed, but my eyes catch on the crack in the spare bedroom door where a thin sliver of light filters out.
I close my eyes in resignation as the reality of the situation settles in.
There are three ways this can play out.
Mentally, I go through each scenario in my head.
One, Priest will let it go and leave.
Highly fucking unlikely.
Two, I beat the shit out of him.
