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Pacing, my mind races as I wait for Soul to call me. Standing around and doing nothing is a form of torture I wouldn’t wish on the worst of sinners. It breaks me in a way I didn’t realize I could be broken.
An hour passes, and then two, and then three. My phone finally rings after three hours and seventeen minutes.
“Please tell me they figured it out,” I beg after pushing the answer button.
“We’ve got a location,” Soul replies, his tone happy yet determined.
“Thank God,” I breathe.
“Thank Fort and Jez,” he says with a chuckle. “Here are the coordinates where she’s being held.”
“I’m on my way,” I tell him after he rattles off the information. “Have Abyss on standby in case she needs medical attention once I have her.”
“He already is. Now, go get your girl.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
CHAPTER 33
SKYE
“Trust me, they’ll pay.”
Jared taps away on his keyboard while Waylon paces. As soon as Waylon sent the video to Rogue, I knew the clock was ticking. Time is of the essence. There has to be a way to get out of this nightmare without costing Rogue and the club more money than has already been siphoned.
I’ve always been good at pissing people off. It’s a gift and one I intend to use.
Waylon stops pacing to look at my face. “The fuck are you smiling at?”
“Wondering when you’re going to figure out how idiotic your plan really is.”
“I don’t think so. The money will be deposited by the deadline, and then we’re getting the hell out of here.
“I hate to rain on your parade, but you forgot a teeny weenie little issue with that plan.”
“Oh yeah, care to enlighten me?”
“Are you that stupid? You really don’t know?”
“You’re calling me stupid?” Waylon sneers. “You can’t even give customers back the correct change without fucking it up. That’s how this all started you know. That night the computers went down. Your drawer was such a mess, I saw the perfect opportunity. You made it too easy. Can’t even do simple fucking math.”
If that’s all he’s got, he’s dumber than I thought.
“Maybe I can’t do simple math, but I still know something you don’t.”
“You better tell me before you can’t see out of your other eye.”
“Alright, alright. No need for more violence,” I say with a snicker. “How can I put it so even your dumbass brain can comprehend?”
His face turns a deep shade of purple, and he takes a step toward me but halts when Jared calls out.
“Waylon, my fucking leg, man…”
I crane my neck to look around Waylon. I can’t help but chuckle when blood still flows from Jared’s leg. The funny thing is that even though the blade is almost five inches long, I probably only got it buried two inches before he stumbled away from me. It was harder than I thought it would be to stab upward when lying on the floor.
Note to self… stab the balls next time.
Waylon crosses his arms. “What about your damn leg?”
