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I had never taken this long to get a job done before. I was efficient and meticulous in my line of work. I liked to get and get out, stay the straight and narrow no matter how violent and bloody things got.
One woman was causing me more issues than I’d had in years. She was worth it, though.
She unraveled my carefully controlled chaos. I couldn’t hate her for it, not when she herself was beautifully chaotic.
I tapped the end of my blunt to drop off the ash and took another sip of my drink. Situated on one side of the living room on a suede lounge, I watched the stare-down between Callum and Emery continue.
Twenty minutes with this girl, and it was plain to see she didn’t know shit about what Nova got up to, or what she’d been involved in. We were wasting our time questioning her. I’d much rather of been upstairs, deep inside the gorgeous woman tied up in my room, but I was a patient man.
“I want to see Nova,” Emery repeated for the hundredth time.
“You have to give to receive,” Callum sung.
“I already told you, I don’t have anything to give! I don’t know what it is you’re looking for.”
“You had plenty to give the other night.”
Her entire face screwed up, turning a deep shade of red. “And you’ll have plenty to give when you’re rotting in a prison cell somewhere. You are a disgusting piece of--.”
He laughed, loudly. I hid my own grin behind the rim of my glass.
She glanced between the two of us, a frown creasing her brow. Thus far she’d been putting on a brave front. The slight tremble of her hands gave away she was scared. That was normal.
This girl wasn’t like Nova, or us. She wasn’t weak by any means, but just by watching her I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle our lifestyle.
“You think this will end with me going to prison? Do I look like I belong in a jail cell?” Callum waved a hand up and down his person.
“Yes,” she replied flippantly.
“And with kidnapping, murder, and fraud on your docket, that’s more than enough for a prison sentence.”
“You’re right,” he nodded, taking a seat on the couch right across from her. “But the person who committed those crimes would have to be caught.”
“Which is impossible because the person who committed those crimes doesn’t exist,” Evie cut in.
Emery turned her head in the direction Evie’s voice had come from. She walked into the room with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. “What did Mr. Thanatos say?” she asked, claiming a spot on the sofa beside me.
“He hasn’t put anyone else in place. Someone got wind of what was going on and moved on their own. He’s handling things on his end, but we need to move faster on ours.”
“This job should have been a cake-walk,” Callum said. “But somebody had to go and fall in love with the mark.”
“A mark? So, you already knew who Nova was? You’re like one of those unsub freaks who stalk their victims.” She aimed a pointed glare my way.
I wasn’t going to acknowledge her stupidity with a response. She watched too much television. I never stalked Nova. I simply kept tabs on her for research purposes.
“Your friend has twenty-four hours to decide if your life is more important than the secret she’s guarding.”
My words must have driven home the severity of her situation. She swallowed, and made a point to look at her lap, worry over-taking her features. Callum watched her closely, not giving away anything he was thinking or feeling. That was his way. He used sarcasm and cruelty as a shield.
I needed to clear up what it was he intended to do with this girl.
It wasn’t like taking in a stray dog, we couldn’t drop her off at a pound somewhere if things didn’t work out. She’d go to the morgue. It was the way things had to be when someone knew too much. We’d lost a few acquaintances over shit like this.
This wasn’t the first chick he’d gotten involved with on a job. It was the first time he’d ever had to go to this extent because of one, though. Usually he left them behind without ever having to look back. He’d been different with Emery from the get-go.
Angel poked her head around one of the structural pillars and waved for me to come to her. I placed my glass on an end table and stood, walking over to where she was.
