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“About what? I tell you everything, Nicolo.”
“Hear that, Tizio? Fucker says he tells me everything.”
“I heard.”
Uri’s eyes jump to me. In these situations with him, I normally keep quiet because when I speak, Uri or one of his cronies do not fare well.
“And here,” I say, “I was hoping to learn more about the Smith Group, but he’s told you fucking everything. Diego?”
I step back as Diego comes in with the baseball bat over one shoulder. It’s custom. A steel center and there are dings and dried blood splattered on it. It’s a great wait to instill fear into those we’re questioning, though it does get its fair share of flesh and bone.
I’m trying to keep my fucking thoughts front and center. That hot little minx I should never have laid a finger on keeps threatening to give me a boner and has all day long, and she’s not even here.
One unguarded second and her moans and screams come at me. Along with the heat and tightness of her cunt, the hot burn of the crisscrossed welts on her perfect ass, the sweet taste of her cunt, of her mouth. Don’t even get me started on just how she goes down on me. It’s a fucking filthy revelation.
Speaking of those, the way she reacted to the nasty things I said. Jesus. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman like her.
I shift, take in the supreme ugliness of Uri that goes beyond his face to kill the hold she’s got on me all over again.
Crossing my arms, I position myself near the door, where I can see anyone coming.
“You’re late with your payment, Uri,” says Nicolo.
“Again,” adds Diego. “You really think this is the time to get forgetful? So, Nicolo and I were talking. We figured you could either take a beating or deal with one broken or sprained finger, depending on my mood Hand over the information, and we’ll cancel the interest. Your call.”
Uri thinks about it. Actually fucking thinks about it.
“Uri?” I wait for him to look at me, a little green around the edges. “What do you know about Genesis?”
Real shock hits him. “I don’t know him.”
Interesting. Him, not them. Him. Fucking Fallon and his games to throw me off the scent. I’m guessing this Genesis isn’t my problem, or he thinks he isn’t, but now I’m going to dig a little deeper in a different way. Before, I was asking about a gang or a group, and now I’m looking for a person.
“Smith Group, then?”
He darts his gaze about, then drops his voice. “They’re quiet, you know. Nasty. Got a lot of things going, like to operate from the college. Got someone selling there.” He stops. “Only to those over twenty-one.”
Sure, this fucker’s doing that, but I let it slide. We’re not talking high schoolers, and he can thank his stars we’re not after that shit today. My guy, he sells to this kid, the biggest buyer. Haz something?”
Fucking Harold the Hazard.
“What about him?” Nicolo asks.
“He associates with them. That’s what I hear. But they’re the kind that’ll kill if you look wrong, if you ask. You know . . .”
We’re not getting anything else from him. “Carry on as you see fit, Diego.” I step out of the room, Uri’s pathetic little whine following.
Ten minutes and a lot of howling later, they come out and we leave the warehouse.
“He’s such a fuckin’ crybaby,” says Diego. “I barely touched him.”
Nicolo gets behind the wheel as we all get into the SUV. “He didn’t have anything else to add. That kid?”
“Been hassling Karlee,” I say.
Half the day was spent with real work for Leo, but the other two are heading back, and I need to collect Karlee and work out my next step with her.
Not sex, but her specifically, because I don’t think with everything going on that she should be in someone else’s hands instead of mine.
