I made kissy noises at him. “Gonna kiss Killough’sarse, King? Maybe you can kneel beside his pet.”
He shook his head at me. “Beaumont should have let that Mexican kill you. Maybe I’ll finish the job.”
The rest of the guys chuckled, and Reaper punched me on the arm hard enough to hurt. I narrowed my eyes on him, and he gave me a deadly stare that turned my blood into ice. His warning was clear: now’s not the time to mess with King. He was saving my ass.
I nodded in acknowledgment to his silent warning.
“Barber, get the fuck outta here and figure out why they want you dead. We got other business to talk about.”
Rising, I followed Jester to the heavy box we’d put our weapons in, and he pulled out my gun, passing it to me. As I headed toward the door, I heard King say, “What the fuck is happening to my oxy? I should have gotten it through the airport by now.”
Stepping out of the meeting room, I made sure the door was shut firmly behind me. What fun that was. I needed another drink.
