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James appears behind them, Lennox beside him, looking surprisingly comfortable, as both the Russians shuffle across the room and tentatively lower to the couch, like they’re worried it could explode the second their asses meet the soft, luxury fabric.
I put myself on the coffee table before them, forearms resting on my knees, casual, and light up. Some cigarettes you enjoy more than most. Like the one you have with your first Scotch of the day. Or the one right after your dinner. I’m going to enjoy this smoke.
One of the Russians looks at Lennox, his lip curling. “How do you know these men?”
“Oh, my apologies, how rude of me.” I look back at Danny, laughing, and he smiles darkly. “That there is The Brit.” I’m wasting valuable time, I know that. And when I look at James, he gives me tired eyes, expressing his impatience. But this is what we do. We perform. “Over there is The Enigma.” I point my gun at the window. “That’s Ringo.”
The big, ugly fucker grins. “Pleased to meet you.”
“That beauty is Goldie.”
“Pleasure.” She nods.
“And that’s Otto.” Otto doesn’t greet them. “I believe you know Lennox.” I pull on my Marlboro and rise to my feet, ensuring I have the best range, as I screw the silencer onto the head of my gun. “And I believe I’m affectionately known as The American these days.” I aim. “And you are?”
They stare at my extended arm. “You will kill us whether we talk or not.”
“True. But only you can decide how painful it is.”
“Fuck you.”
I smile. “Speaking of pain, do you know where the most painful place on the body is to be shot?” They stare up at me, their chests beginning to pump faster. “Pass?” I look around the room. “Any offers?” Everyone remains silent. I know James will have the answer to this. He won’t spoil my fun, though. “It’s the pelvis,” I say, tapping my hip with my gun. “Right about here.” I bend and get up in his face. “Now, you both have a bit more meat on your bones than I do, so it could be hit or miss.” I push the gun into the biggest of the two fuckers’ waist area, and he pushes himself back into the couch. “Fancy talking?” I put more weight behind me. “No?” I pout. “Okay.” And pull the trigger.
His eyes bulge so much, I’m certain for a moment they’re going to pop out of his head.
“Ouch,” Danny says behind me.
Right before the pain kicks in and Ringo gets a pillow over my victim’s face to stifle his scream.
I turn to his mate, who’s looking on in horror. “Do you fancy talking?” I ask as muffled cries of pain fill the room. I push the gun to his hip. “Where the fuck is Sandy?”
“I don’t know.”
James, his patience non-existent, moves in and clouts him over the head with his gun. “Fucking talk.”
“I don’t know!”
“So where were you taking the money?” I ask. “Because it feels pretty fucking pointless having two fat cunts like you two collecting cash for him if you’re not gonna drop it off.” So he’s fucking lying. We’re getting nothing out of them. That much is obvious. I aim at his forehead. “It was nice knowing you.” I sink a bullet in his skull as Ringo lifts the pillow on the other guy, giving me access to his head too. I pull the trigger and sigh. “Waste of fucking time that was.” I point to the window. “What’s going on out there?”
“I think they’re getting impatient,” Goldie says from the window. “One’s gotten out.”
“So we have one more stab at this,” Danny says, smiling as he pulls a hunting knife from his jeans.
“Where the fuck did you get that?”
“A friend.”
“Chaka,” I say, rolling my eyes. “You moving to the jungle to wrestle snakes and tigers?”
He bashes his fists on his chest. “Me Tarzan. You?—”
“Fucking cunt,” James mutters, going to the window as Ringo chuckles. “The other’s out.”
“Good.” Danny checks out the window too. “It’s my turn.” He faces the room, wandering back to his seat.
And catches his foot on the leg of the coffee table. “Fuck!” He hits the carpet with a thud and in the process manages to fire his gun. “Oops.”
“For fuck’s sake,” James snaps, immediately pulling back his elbow and sending it sailing into the window, smashing it. He aims and fires, and the two guys coming toward the house are soon running away from it. I run to the dead guys and feel through their pockets, pulling out the keys for the X5 that’s blocking the driveway, therefore blocking our cars.
