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A thank you from King isn’t common around here.
r /> He then gives me one last directive. “Deal with Ricardo. And find out once and for all if he’s working with Black Deeds.”
I leave the office, having decided to skip drinks here tonight in favour of going home and passing out. However, Anya, one of the club whores, stops me on my way out.
“You wanna hang out tonight?” she purrs, pressing her body to mine and slipping her hand into my jeans.
I hiss when her hand wraps around my dick. “Yeah.”
A smile spreads across her face. “Your place or mine?”
“Yours.”
She strokes my dick. “This time I’m not letting you leave.”
I don’t bother to tell her she has no say in the matter. Anya might be a good lay, but I’m not in the habit of spending the night with anyone. I remove her hand from my pants and jerk my chin towards the door. “Let’s go.”
My mind is already on tomorrow and what I need to take care of. A quick fuck with Anya will barely drag my attention from that, but it’ll help me work some of this tension out of my body in ways that only sex can, and that’s what I need tonight.
I locate Ricardo just after four the next morning after getting less than three hours sleep. I tossed and turned most of the night, but that’s my usual routine. Insomnia is a bitch that took up residence in my life years ago and I don’t see her leaving anytime soon.
“Fucking hell,” Ricardo practically squeals when I remove the hand I’ve clamped down over his mouth. He was tucked up nice and tight in his bed, sleeping like a baby, but that sleep has come to a not-so-peaceful end.
Hauling him out of bed, I drag him down his hallway, kicking and screaming, until we arrive in his kitchen. I then yank him up off the floor and shove him onto a chair at his kitchen table. Using cable ties, I fasten his hands to the arms of the chair, and then secure his feet together, too.
When he refuses to shut up, I punch his face. “Keep it fucking down unless you want a bullet through your head.”
He spits at my feet, his furious gaze locked with mine. “I thought we were done!”
“What the fuck made you think that?”
“You guys beat the shit out of me and left me at that party unconscious.”
I grip his face and bend to bring our eyes level. “Clearly you know nothing then, Ricardo, because if you think that makes you even with Storm, you’re delusional. We’ll be done when I say we’re done.”
The anger doesn’t leave his eyes. A moment later, he rears his head back and then forward with enough force to headbutt my nose. “Screw you! You’ll have to kill me to be done with me!”
Without hesitation, and ignoring the pain he’s caused me, I punch him so hard he falls sideways, chair and all. His head hits the ground with a loud crack that is satisfying as fuck to me. Bending, I clutch his shirt and reef him up, shoving his chair back against the wall. His head hits that, too. Another satisfying loud thud.
My fist connects with his cheek a few more times, a warm-up as I get started on the task of extracting the information King wants.
When I’ve punched him enough times that his face is a bloody mess and he’s in some serious pain, I bring my face close to his again and grab a handful of his hair. “You want me to kill you, Ricardo?”
His lip pulls up in a sneer. “You don’t have it in you, pretty boy. I’m not even sure why King would bother to send you.”
His bullshit amuses me. A lot of the men King sends me to take care of think the same thing; they underestimate me. It’s always their last mistake in life. “And to think the other night you were begging me not to hurt you.”
“Yeah, well I’m thinking straight now; I wasn’t then.”
I crouch in front of him. “Good, that means you might make some smart choices when I ask you what I’m about to ask you.”
More of that sneer from him. “Not fucking likely. I’m not telling you anything.”
I lift a brow questioningly. “So you do want me to kill you?”
He fights against his restraints. “I want you to fucking leave.”
“Tell me who you take orders from in Black Deeds and I’ll consider leaving.”
