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KING & LILY’S TEN-YEAR ANNIVERSARY
BY NINA LEVINE
CHAPTER ONE
KING
Friday, 8:15 a.m.
If the blood splatter that’s beginning to fill this room is anything to go by, today’s going to be a fucking bloodbath. And for once, that pisses me off. A man should spend his wedding anniversary buried in pussy, not fucking blood.
I survey the room, taking in the two dead guys sprawled on the floor riddled with bullets and the one surviving asshole who’s sitting at the dining table. The way he’s bouncing his leg up and down is annoying the fuck out of me. As is that incessant fucking tapping of his fingers against each other.
The loud ticking of the clock on the wall, along with the sounds of a neighbour mowing are the two things I can hear as I turn all the information I have over in my mind. This was supposed to be a quick get-the-fuck-in, sort the shit out we need to, and then get-the-fuck-out situation. There was supposed to be only one guy here. The guy we’re looking for. What there wasn’t supposed to be was three guys who thought it’d be a fun fucking morning for some carnage.
“King,” Colt says as his boots thud down the hallway and into the dining room where I am. “Scott has confirmed Roark’s not at the other location.”
“Fuck.” I shove my fingers through my hair as my mind races with possible options.
The motherfucker sitting at the table speaks up. “You won’t find him anywhere. If Roark doesn’t wanna be found, he won’t be.”
I look at him. “Did I ask for your fucking opinion?”
His fingers tap faster. His leg bounces harder. “I’m just sayin’.”
I stare at those fingers of his. “How about you don’t say another fucking word until I tell you to?”
When the guy opens his mouth and starts talking again, my patience snaps. Before he knows what’s happening, I’m towering over him with my gun jammed down his throat. Wild energy has flooded my entire body and I’m only just holding myself back from pulling the trigger and putting an end to him pissing me the hell off.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I say. “You’re gonna start talking and if the words coming out of your mouth aren’t the words I’m looking for, you’re gonna join your friends on the floor.”
He stares up at me with horror. It’s not just his legs and fingers bouncing and tapping now; his whole body is shaking. Garbled sounds come from him as he tries to use his bound hands to push me away.
I pull my gun from his mouth. “Tell me all the places Roark frequents.”
“I don’t know, man.” His words rush out of him. “Roark and I, we aren’t exactly friends. He only came here to see Paul and I was only here because I owed Paul money and, well, now”—he glances at one of the dead guys—“I guess I don’t owe him anymore”—he looks at me again—“but I don’t honestly know any of the places Roark goes.” He stops to pull in a long breath. “I mean?—”
I punch him. Hard enough that he slides off the chair and lands on the floor with a hard thud.
I look at Colt. “Get the axe.”
As he leaves us to retrieve it, the guy scrambles on the floor, trying to get away from me. I’ve restrained his hands but not his feet, so he’s able to move towards the doorway that leads into the kitchen.
I let him get up onto his feet before making a move to follow him. As I walk into the kitchen, I glance around the dated cream room that could do with not only a facelift but also a good fucking clean and say, “You think we should redecorate in here too? Paint the walls red like we did in the dining room?”
He’s heading for the back screen door but comes to a halt when Wilder appears on the other side of it, blocking his escape. Turning back to me, he says, panicked, “You brought an axe with you? What the fuck for?”
“What do you think for?”
His eyes go wide. “You’re not chopping my fucking head off!”
“Well, I’d suggest you start giving us some information then,” Wilder says as he steps into the kitchen and joins us.
Colt brings me the axe and once it’s in my hands, I slowly close the distance between me and the guy who I’m pretty sure is pissing his pants right now.
“It’s my wedding anniversary today,” I say as I get closer. “And it pisses me off that I’m here dragging information out of you rather than with my wife.”
The guy backs himself against the wall. “I swear the only thing I know is that Roark has a stripper he visits in Caloundra sometimes. That’s it. If I knew anything else, I’d fucking tell you.”
