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“What can I do for you?” she asks calmly, motioning the bartender over. “Two glasses of Bourbon, straight, no ice.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” the bartender replies in her heavily accented voice. I watch as she flicks her gaze to Cleveland who gives her a slight dip of his head.
Unbeknownst to the punters, the curvy Italian with long brown hair and cupid-bow lips, is called Loretta, and is a mercenary on loan from one of Romeo Ricci’s extended family members. She’s cunning, smart, seductive and a skilled assassin. The perfect addition to Grim’s team.
“I tell you what you can do for me,” the wankstain replies, puffing out his chest and getting ballsy now that he thinks Kate has conceded to him with her politeness and offer of a drink.
He thinks she’s trying to diffuse the situation because she’s scared. He couldn’t be more wrong.
“And that is?” she asks sweetly, playing up her feminine side so she can whoop him upside the head with her badass bitch streak.
Her self-assurance turns me the fuck on, and I find myself impatient for her to off the cunt so we can get out of here and spend some more quality time together in bed. Scratch that, anywhere the fuck she wants me.
“You can explain to me why this piece of shit is standing by your side and not fish food at the bottom of the Thames for offingyourdad.”
Kate doesn’t react to his accusation, she simply takes the proffered drink from Loretta and downs it in one go. Swiping at the corner of her mouth with the pad of her thumb, she places the glass back onto the bar, then slides the second glass across the counter to Fitzpatrick. “Drink,” she orders.
“I ain’t here to drink,” he snaps.
“I said,drink,” she commands, her voice taking on a no-nonsense tone.
Fitzpatrick knocks back the alcohol, swiping his meaty hand across his bloated face before slamming the glass back on the bar. “I’m here to put you straight.”
“By putting me straight you mean telling me youthinkBeast murdered Carter?” she asks, giving me a measuring look.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d be worried. But I do know Kate better, and I trust that she knows what she’s doing. She’s smartandruthless.
“I know so.”
“Oh yeah? And how’s that?” she asks, folding her arms across her chest, waiting.
“I have my sources,” he replies, looking me up and down like I’m already a dead man. The fucking idiot.
“Care to elaborate? Because if you’re going to be accusing Beast, I need to know if your sources are as straight talking as you are or full of shit.”
“I can’t share my sources, you understand?” he replies, narrowing his eyes at her because he can’t quite tell if she’s just offended him or not.
Kate takes a while to respond, but when she does it’s with a stunning smile that transforms her completely. The effect on Fitzpatrick is immediate. His shoulders relax and he grins, thinking he’s got her on his side.
He hasn’t.
Truthfully, I should be more concerned about where he’s got his information from, but all I can think about is how he’s leering down Kate’s dress and licking his lips like he stands a fucking chance. I’m about ready to cut off his flaccid nob and feed it to him for the audacity, but Kate starts to speak and I’m respectful enough of her to not jump in when she’s talking.
“Oh, I totally understand,” she replies, with a flirty wink. “And that’s why I think you should do the honours.”
“Honours?” Fitzpatrick asks, frowning as he slowly drags his leery-arse, dirty-cunt-bastard gaze upwards.
“Offing Beast of course,” she replies, jerking her chin at Loretta who bends down behind the bar and pulls out a Springfield XD handgun, passing it to her. “Given he’s the one who killed my dad,right?”
“The fuck?! Grim, he’s talking shit!” I exclaim, playing the game alongside my woman, because there’s no fucking way she’s about to let him shoot me. No fucking way.
“Quiet!” she demands, scowling at me before turning her attention back to Fitzpatrick.
“I knew you’d appreciate the truth,” he says, taking the gun from Kate and pointing it at my head. Behind him his men start to laugh, the cocky, hairy scrotums.
“Go on boss, blow his brains out,” the one who looks more likely to stay and fight says.
Fiztpatrick flicks the safety off and grins, but Kate reaches up and rests her hand on top of his.
