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She laughed, a little maniacal, a lot evil. “Oh, you are a self-centered little thing, aren’t you?” The second laugh wasn’t any kinder or more humorous than the first. “It isn’t you I want. You’re a tool. A toy.” Oh, I was going to enjoy killing this bitch. “The means to an end.”
“What the fuck do you want?” I had a headache raging behind my eyes, probably because she’d clubbed me as soon as I climbed out of the car at the club. Not that I remembered it.
“You’re going to lure the big bad Roman Hawthorne from behind his tower of crime.”
“So you can arrest him?” A family like the Hawthornes had an army of attorneys. One little detective from a pucky-huttle college town had about as much chance of taking him or any of them down was about as likely as her becoming the queen of America.
“Arrest him?” She threw her head back, laughing, and wobbled because holding a squat was probably more athleticism than she’d done since she got her little gold badge. When she caught her balance by putting a hand down, she parked next to me, brushed my hair out of my face and leaned close. I could smell her fear, her sweat, her desire.
“Isn’t that what this is about? Crooked cop makes good by catching the big bad Roman Hawthorne?” It sounded like a made for TV movie to me.
“I didn’t drag my ass here toarrestRoman Hawthorne. No, ma’am.” She dragged her finger down my throat to my collarbone and across. “That’s the reason I killed that little slut, Moni. I needed an in with Hawthorne.”
I killed Lars becausehekilled Moni. “You’re a fucking liar. It was Lars.”
But this bitch shook her head. Smiled like she’d accomplished something by killing a smaller, weaker woman.
“Lars only smacked her around. He wasn’t the kind who could kill a woman. Too weak. A pussy.” She shook her head, and then dragged her fingers to the valley between my tits, then back up over the curve of one to the other. “I finished her off. Used a pipe. It was messy. Undignified.”
“How do you even know about this place?” I didn’t want to give it a name on the very slim chance she had chosen this building by random, got lucky when she founds chains in the floor.
Hall stretched out beside me, held herself up on one arm, and used her leg to nudge mine apart. “TheScorpio Societykilled my father when he refused to look the other way and tried to expose the whole lot of these bastards. They hung him. Made it look like gang action.” She laid her hand on my belly and lifted the shirt over my tits, dragging her knuckles over my nipple.
I didn’t care. My body reacted the way it reacted. If she thought she was going to get a rise out of me, she was oh, so wrong. I couldn’t control it. Instead, I cocked my head. “David Hall is your father?” I’d heard the story about the reporter who came to Stonewall and killed himself in the courtyard. And as soon as they’d cut his body down, the damned tree came down, too. It hadn’t lasted the day. He’d had a gang sign carved into his body. “I thought it was the 13th Street Demonios.”
She nodded. “I’ll just bet you did.” She closed her eyes. “But he was killed right here in this building.”
I had no idea how she’d come across that information. Didn’t care, either. She put her mouth on me, sucked, and I waited, bored.
“And now you want to be one of them?”
“If you can’t beat them…” She leaned in. “I want to taste what the Hawthornes have. Their money. Their lifestyle.” She looked me up and down. Her smile was predatory. Evil. And then she dropped all pretenses. “You’re too smart for me.” She shook her head and the smile deepened. “Everything he has, I’m going to take.”
For all she was doing and all she’d done, I was going to enjoy making her pay. She was a fucking liar. This had nothing to do with wanting in. She was after someone in the Society. Someone high up. The only thing she’d told me that was true was about her father.
“Why take me? Why not just go to Roman? For shit’s sake, you were fucking Ash. Why not just ask him?”
Hall shook her head. “I need the man at the top. No fucking way would Asher give me that.”
“You want Hawthorne?” Going after the sons was ballsy. Going after big Daddy was insane. Wagons would be circled. Ranks would close. “No way are you getting in there.”
“That’s what I have you for. You’re going to get me Roman.”
The fuck I was. I’d let her kill me first.
Before we could speak further, she stood because the door opened. And then she fell backward, a bullet between her eyes, her blood, her brain matter shot out the back of her skull onto me, the floor, the walls.
I stared at the door, at the figure still standing there with his arm extended.
“You’re mine.” Roman smiled at me.
“Forever.” I stepped over her body and reached for the only hero I’d ever need.
THE END
About Rue
Rue loves to torture her readers. She smiles while ripping out their hearts with her words. Then she finishes off the torment by holding their hearts in her hand with a straw punched through the top and a few pieces of fruit and a little umbrella while she plots new and inventive ways to make her readers love to hate her.
