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We both stared at him until it dawned on me what he could be talking about. “Javi…did you bring that fucking Harvey here?”
“Well, yeah! Isn’t that what you wanted?”
The man was beautiful, Latin good looks and a constant strut in his step that told of his innate confidence. As he scratched through his beard, his dark eyes positively shined with pride that he’d accomplished his favor to me.
“Javi, do you think we’re gonna kill him?”
“I would,” he said simply like I was crazy to want anything else. “Guy’s a real prick. One of those rich mother fuckers that thinks he can buy all his troubles away. Offered me a hundred grand to forget about him and then offered me more to kill your buddy, Eli.”
“He what?”
“Yeah,” Javi laughed, crossing his legs. “Got a beer?”
“Fuck,” I breathed while Damon started to laugh and got up to get the beer.
He came back with one for all of us and we drank them for a minute, thinking over that little piece of information. “That fuckhead really tried to pay you off?”
Javi laughed and answered me, “Yeah. It was pitiful. Pissed his pants too.”
Damon cracked up at that, but I just didn’t find the humor in it like he did. “If he was willing to pay you, he could try that with someone else.”
“Sure could, but not if we take all his money,” Javi said as if I should have always thought of that. “We’ll talk to him, get him thinking on all the things he could do to save his own life, we take his money and kill him anyway.”
“Javi, no,” I said flatly. “We’re not killing him. We’ll hand him over to the cops.”
“The cops? Why would you do that?”
Damon couldn’t stop laughing beside me on the couch, and I stared at him like he’d lost it. “You agree with this?”
“No, no, I agree with you, hand him to the cops. Why let him off so easy, killing him? But I also agree with this fine gentleman. Take his money first. Could finance our project.”
“Use his money for the club?”
“What club?” Javi asked, suddenly interested.
“We’re opening a kind of BDSM retreat. Guests can come and stay, have a club to play in, you know, then go back to their rooms for privacy. It won’t be huge, as we don’t figure we’ll have a huge patronage right off, but enough tables for a few people, a couple of private rooms in the club itself and then guest quarters in the house over there we have on the property. If it expands, we’ll add more guest cottages.”
“Sign me up. Danny and I would love to come.”
“Great! How is your man?”
I couldn’t believe it when I saw it, but his lashes actually fluttered. “We’re great, brother. He’s fucking insane, but I like that in a guy.”
“You deal with crazy all the time. If he was sedate, you’d likely have never fallen for him.”
“True shit, right there. He’s running his business, then comes home and makes our house all pretty and nice after. He could help you with this place.”
“He decorates on the side of…” I wanted to laugh, being that Danny was the head of a mafia style family organization, the thought of him picking out fabric swatches…
But, I figured, why not? Everyone has a hobby.
“Shall we have another beer and then go look at that fuckhead?” Damon asked as he finished off his beer.
“I’ll take another,” Javi said, upending his own.
We talked for over an hour before we headed out of the house, and the minute we got outside, we heard a commotion from the barn. All three of us ran like we were being chased by a Doberman, but when we got closer, Damon and I slowed for a half a second as we looked to each other after hearing the voice better.
“Joel,” we both said at once, and then we took off faster, reaching the barn in time to see Joel there, slapping the shit out of Harvey.
