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Her eyes went wide and appeared to twinkle with excitement. Someone needed to get this girl an Oscar.
“You two done here? Because I want to get home to my girls,” King said as his hand gripped my shoulder. His girls being his wife, Rumor, and their daughter, Cosette.
“Waiting on the fucker to show. I want to get home, too, but he’s not here,” Storm replied.
“You misunderstood what we’re here for, but y’all are too busy watching the hot little blonde work that table like it’s her job,” King whispered.
Storm tensed. “I’m not fucking interested in her,” he snarled, looking ready to rip King’s head off for insinuating otherwise.
When it came to Storm and his fiancée, he was slightly insane. Just five minutes ago, he’d had his phone out, watching her at their house on one of his cameras.
“I didn’t say you were,” King replied with a roll of his eyes. “As psycho as you are with Briar, you don’t have time for more than one pussy. I was just pointing out where your attention was. Let’s get this done,” he said, then slapped my back.
Not wanting to be distracted, I glanced one more time to see the blonde throw her hands in the air and squeal after she sank another ball. I really wished I had time to watch this finish. She’d lost two hundred dollars to them already, acting like she sucked. But the triple or nothing she’d suggested had her winning that back with four hundred more.
“Dancastle isn’t meeting us here?” I asked, realizing what King had just said about misunderstanding why we were here.
“Nope. Stellan wanted us to handle it gently. Dancastle is a well-loved senator. If this can be done without force, it’s less messy. We saw what we needed. We can go.”
Storm shot him an annoyed glare and stood up. It wasn’t like King to keep things from us. My dad normally outlined the details of a job, but he’d said King would fill us in. What was it we had seen?
I slapped a hundred on the bar and nodded at the bartender before Storm and I followed King to the exit. I was gonna miss the ending of the sexy little swindler’s performance. Her victory cheer just before we reached the door had me grinning as we stepped outside. I wasn’t as hotheaded as Storm. King might have left out shit, but he’d tell us eventually. Just wished we could have stayed in there longer. They might not appreciate the sexy-as-hell blonde, but I sure did.
My focus immediately snapped from the blonde inside to the man standing only a few feet from us.
“I told Stellan I’d have him the money next week!” Nathan Byars blurted.
He appeared frantic, and I hadn’t known he owed us any money, but if he did, he needed to be more than frantic. He owned a dozen dry cleaners and also smuggled some illegal drugs. When he got tight and needed a little to get him to his next payoff, he came to us. Guessed his loan was due.
But what did this have to do with Dancastle?
King sighed heavily. “Well, you see, Nate dog, the thing is, you don’t get to give us a date when you’ll repay your loan. That’s given to you the moment the transaction goes down, and that due date was yesterday.”
The redheaded man backed up closer to his new navy-blue Ford F150. “I need some payments to go through. That’s all,” he stammered.
It was obvious he thought he could get into his truck before we reached him. The sound of the doors unlocking from the key fob in his hand was a careless move. If Thatcher were here, Nathan would already be on the ground bleeding out. My brother had no patience.
“Seems you had enough money for that new, shiny truck,” Storm drawled before pulling out his Glock and pointing it at the idiot’s head. Not that he’d kill him. At least until we had what he owed us.
He paused a moment before reaching for the door handle on his truck.
The silenced shots from Storm’s gun took out his front and back left tires.
“Come on now. Did you really think you’d be able to get away that easy?” he asked.
“Might want to think real hard about where you can get that money,” King suggested.
Nathan had gone pale now that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to get away on flat tires. “Listen, one of my dealers had a bad run-in. Lost some product. He’s getting it back. I just need a couple more days.”
King glanced at me. “Hear that, Sebastian? He just needs a couple more days. Reckon he can run and hide from your brother?”
Threatening anyone with Thatcher got the point across.
“He’d be the first,” I replied. “Crazy son of a bitch. Doubt Nathan here wants to involve Thatch.”
Even if Nathan hadn’t looked back over my shoulder, giving himself away, I’d have known we had company. I’d heard them already. Storm didn’t look at me, but there was the tiniest nod of his head that told me he also knew there was someone behind us.
Sliding my gun out of its holster as I turned to face whoever had been dumb enough to interfere, I heard the click of Storm’s gun and Nathan’s pained cry. He’d shot some part of Nathan’s body.
