Chapter 46
Dax
“We can set their entire fucking compound on fire and be done with them.” I slam the door shut behind me. This day gets worse because Stone and Steel are here. “Where’s King?”
“Doing what needs to be done,” Steel says.
“Are we sure he’s the right person to do it. He’s hard to miss.” The man is almost seven feet tall, muscular, and mean as a snake that hasn’t fed in weeks.
“They would notice us before him. He knows what he’s doing.” Steel is right. King is one of the few people in this world whom I trust, unlike my lying wife, who will learn a lesson today. She can starve for all I care, or she can drink one of those expensive mineral waters that she puts on the grocery list.
Insufferable, lying ass manipulator, and I just fell for it. One look into her big brown eyes, or one kiss from those pouty lips, and I was ready to give her everything.
My burner phone buzzes, and it’s a one-word text saying ‘done.’ I nod at the men, and they exhale in relief.
Steel picks up his own phone and ventures into the corner to talk.
“Preacher, what’s the surveillance on this guy?” I’m so out of it, I can’t even think of the mark’s name.
“We have his routine. The man does the same thing every day. Steel’s calling his cousin, who will arrange everything.”
“And are you certain he’s going to go in front of the right judge?” The judge is the key to this entire thing. We need him to keep Kolzski in jail without bail. After a few days of getting his ass kicked, he’ll happily throw anyone under the bus to avoid a real prison.
“It’s handled,” Stone’s gruff voice says. “We are thorough.”
I nod, sit, and lean back in my chair. That’s a word that easily describes the Titans. They are indeed thorough. They aren’t violent unless they need to be, stay under the radar, and are true to their word. At least dealing with me. Unlike the Brennans, I don’t worry about the Titans double-crossing me.
After a few minutes, I text the housekeeper with a list of groceries to bring to the house ASAP. If she wants to eat, she can cook it herself. I’m not going to send her a prepared meal.
I also don’t know how to handle her. Letting her go is a non-starter, but the anger doesn’t work for me either.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Stone’s words take me out of my thoughts, and I wish I could punch the smirk off his face. “Oh. Women's problems. Didn’t you just get married?”
“What do you know?” I snap. “Aren’t you alone? Oh, wait. No one is ever alone in your little cult of a family.”
“Hey, now. His wife died.” Preacher shakes his head and frowns in shame.
“Yeah, she died to get away from his ass.”
“Well, the cancer had something to do with that,” Stone says. I should feel bad, but I don’t have it in me. “What’s your excuse?”
“I married a psycho,” I mutter.
“Yeah,she’sthe psycho.” Stone pulls out his phone and dismisses me. After a minute, he puts the phone down and snaps his fingers at Finch, who runs to him. “You want to talk about it?”
I scoff. “Hell, no. Not with you.”
When I return to the house, I hear the most annoying voice I’ve ever heard. My wife and her cousin are sitting in the kitchen, eating takeout. Cori ignores me, but Selene sticks up her middle finger without looking up.
I check the fridge, and the food I ordered is there, untouched.
“I want you out of my fucking house.” I slam the fridge door shut and glare at Selene.
“It’s my fucking house, and she’s welcome here as long as I say she is.”
“You don’t own shit.”
“We’ll see.” Cori cocks her head to the side like the arrogant asshole that she is.
