Joey is stunned, his mouth hanging open as he watches, and I’m surprised. Our uncle told me she was lethal, but I thought it was proud talk of her as a female. However, this woman is next level.
“You’re in,” I say to her. Her face morphs into something resembling joy, but she quickly covers the emotion and nods, her smile completely disappearing. I step past the two men dying at the door and enter. Romarc has already raised his gun when I enter, and he shoots. I manage to only just dodge it, but the second shot grazes my neck.
Fuck, that stings.
Lifting my gun, I aim for his hand because I still want him alive, and the gun drops from his fingers. Joey picks up the gun from the floor.
It’s nighttime, and the streets are quiet being a Sunday. But just in case, I pull the blind down over the front window. The two women who were sitting with Romarc eye me with shocked expressions and are frozen in their seats.
“I would suggest you both run.” They nod eagerly before they stand and rush for the door.
Joey and Piper have dragged his men inside, shutting us all in here together. I turn back to Joey and nod to him. He smirks before heading back out the front. Romarc watches him go, taking a large gulp of air and clutching his hand.
“We were good, Romarc,” I say, my gun still in hand as I pull out a seat and sit across from him. “You should’ve known you could never win against me.” Tsking a few times, I smirk at him.
“You fucked my wife,” he says.
I have to think. Who the fuck is his wife?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him, honestly. “I haven’t fucked your wife.”
He spits onto the floor. “You did, you piece of shit.”
“So, because I supposedly fucked your wife, you thought it would be a smart move to what? Go against me?” I ask in disbelief.
“You fucked my wife!” he screams again.
“And you try to fuck anything that walks,” I point out. I remember him hitting on Sailor—I’m not dumb nor blind.
“So I took something from you,” he says, now smirking and baring his teeth.
“Yes, I heard you had Paige. Where is she?” He shakes his head defiantly. “You better tell me, Romarc, or I will go back and fuck your wife again.” Even though I have no idea who the fuck his wife is, I like to threaten to make sure he understands me.
“You don’t even remember her,” he says, shaking his head. “All of this, and you don’t even remember her.”
“Look, I’m sure it was memorable and all that shit....” I stare at him, “… but you better tell me where she is. If you do it now, I will consider giving you an easy death.”
“You won’t, I am not stupid.”
“This is true.” I smile at him. “But I may never fuck your wife again, if that counts for anything?”
“That little slut of yours going to watch again next time?” I look at him, confused. “That brunette with the leg tattoos. You had her watch as you fucked my wife.”
Oh, now I remember.
“I’m only telling you this because I think I should be nice, just a little.” I hold my fingers up showing an infinitesimal amount between my fingers. “I didn’t actually fuck your wife. I had her suck my cock.” I grin, while shaking my head from side to side. “See, not all that bad.”
His face falls.
“Actually, come to think of it, that’s not the first time she has sucked my cock. Got a mouth on her, that woman.” He stands, forgetting about his injury, and slams his hands on the table, leaving a bloody handprint behind. “Could never remember her name, though,” I say. “Now, tell me where she is.”
“No.”
“I could always have her suck my cock right in front of you. How does that sound?”
“Paige is at my wife’s house,” he says, sitting back down dejectedly. “Don’t touch her, she has no idea.”
“Paige will hate her.” Paige hates anyone when it involves me.
“No, my wife and Paige both have a mutual hate. Seems they hate that little brunette as much as they do each other.”
“Stupid bitches,” I grumble, standing. “Romarc, I would say it’s been a pleasure, but it really hasn’t.”
Joey walks back in and I give him a brief glance. When I focus my attention back on Romarc, I shoot him in the shoulder, his injured hand raising to put pressure on it. And then I shoot him in his foot. He falls out of his seat onto the floor, then I do the same with the other foot.
“Enough!” he screams.
But it’s not enough.
“You really sealed the deal when you spoke to her, you know.” His eyes, now full of tears, lock on my face.
“She never shuts up, what am I meant to do?”
“I’m not talking about Paige,” I say and shoot him in the upper thigh. It clicks when he knows I am not talking about Paige. I couldn’t care less, though. The only reasons she’s still alive and breathing is the contract, and the fact she has my child in her stomach. If it weren’t for those two things, I’d have been done with her long ago.
Joey passes me a cigarette as I step out the door, the sound of Romarc’s screams gradually lessening as I close the door behind me, I light it and take a draw. I quit years ago, though occasionally when I drink I like to have one. Right now though, I need one.
Throwing the butt to the front of the café, I watch as the lit end lands on the fuel Joey has poured there and it ignites the accelerate, going in a circle around the building until there is no exit available.
“The worker got out and ran,” Joey informs me.
We hear Romarc’s cry for help. It won’t do any good, no one is here to help him. No one would be stupid enough to help him. Plus, he can’t walk, I’ve made sure of that.
“I think it’s time we go back to the city. Seems I need to pay a visit to someone.”
Piper nods and Joey goes straight to the car.
The café ignites, and not long later Romarc’s screams stop.
Dead.
Exactly as he should have been from the beginning—I was too lenient with him.
“You think Paige is okay?” Piper asks.
“I have no doubt she is,” I reply.
That woman is as resilient as a rat in a plague.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sailor
Getting past Phillip is not as easy as I had hoped it would be. Especially now with a baby, it makes the job even harder.
“Phillip!” I scream his name.
I’m sitting on Keir’s toilet. It took me a while to work out my plan. Granted, I don’t have the whole plan figured out yet, but I know what guys hate most, and I plan to use that to my advantage. “Phillip!”
He rushes in, and as soon as he sees me, his gaze drops to the floor, and he turns his head away.
“Gosh, what took you so long?” I whine. “I need you to get something for me.” He nods, not looking my way. “I need tampons, Phillip. Now. Pronto.”
“I can send someone—”
“I need them now. Everyone else is out. Phillip, here, take this.” His hand reaches out and he yelps when he sees what I’ve placed in it. His eyes go wide, and he runs to the sink and turns it on.