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“Uh oh!” I say, smirking as Fitzpatrick realises a second too late that he’s said the wrong thing to the wrong woman.
“You swear on yourkids’lives?” she snarls, dropping to a crouch before him as she shoves the gun into his dick. He screeches and she gets in his face. “Don’t fucking bring innocents into this, you piece of shit!”
“I just meant—”
“Shut the fuck up!” she hisses, lowering her voice. “I know men like you, mydadwas just like you. Selling out your own kids if it meant saving your own fucking neck. Do not EVER mention your children again. You hear me?!”
“I won’t! Sorry,” he replies, holding his hands up and dropping his head in a move that proves he’s all mouth and no fucking trousers.
“Good,” she replies, leaning in close so no one can hear what she’s about to say next. “Now tell me the name of the person who convinced you that Beast killed Carter, and I’ll consider letting you live, and tell mequietly,” she adds.
Fitzpatrick nods his head, his double-chin shaking like jello. “Rodriguez. It was Rodriguez Campo.”
Of courseit fucking was. I haven’t seen that turd since that night at Tales. I knew he was a little two-faced, conniving prick when he worked for Carter. Not that it matters now because pretty soon he’ll be a dead one.
“Is that so?” Grim rises, gun still pointed at Fitzpatrick’s chest as she looks over her shoulder at me. “You hear that?”
“Yeah, I heard,” I reply tightly.
We both know what this means. Either Rodriguez is on his own agenda or the King is using him to start trouble. Either way, it means we’ve got a fucking problem. Lifting her chin she looks out over the crowd, her gaze searching the warehouse.
“Let this be known that I won’t tolerate anyone bringing trouble to my door. My club,myrules. No fucking exceptions. Pass that message on to whoever the fuck you want.”
Then without even looking at Fitzpatrick she loads three bullets into his body, shooting off his dick, sinking a bullet in his heart and firing one right between his eyes.
Pretty sure I just came a little in Bryce Freed’s jogging pants.
