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“I-I don’t know what to say. I need to finish what I started. I need to get this job done. That’s what I want.”
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Ten minutes later, Theo pulls into a deserted factory building right behind the SUV. I watch as the two soldiers exit the car and drag Benny inside; the son of a bitch is kicking and screaming. He must know what this place means. He must know this isn’t going to end well for him.
“Are you okay?” Theo asks me.
“Never been better.” I smile and unlock the door. I don’t have my usual bag of instruments with me, but I don’t need them. I can get creative with whatever’s around. I follow the men into the building. I can feel Theo’s brooding presence right behind me. “Are you sure you’re up to being out and about? You still look like shit,” I ask while peering over my shoulder.
“Are you worried about me, Angelica?” He laughs.Asshole.
“No, I’m worried I’ll have to face your wife if I have to drag your unconscious body home again.”
“She’s a little spitfire, isn’t she.” He smiles fondly whenever he speaks about Holly.
“She is. Not really sure how she got mixed up with the likes of you though.”
“She sat in my seat.” He shrugs as if that’s all the explanation I need.
My eyebrows draw down in confusion. He sounds like they met in elementary school or something. I know they haven’t known each other for that long though.
“Where do you want him, boss?” one of the soldiers questions.
“This is her show. Ask her.” Theo takes a seat in the corner. I guess he’s going to let me do my thing.
It makes me nervous. I’m not used to having an audience. I just need to focus on what I need. And what I need is to pinpoint the location of that little rat, Renzo. I’m almost one hundred percent certain he’s the one who’s been feeding people info on Theo’s organization.
“Just sit him in the chair. No ropes needed. We’re just going to have a friendly little chat.” I drag a spare chair to the middle of the room and sit in front of him. “Ben, you know I’d rather not do this. But you’ve left me no choice. Do you really want to go out with the knowledge that everyone’s gonna hear you got taken down by a woman?”
“Fuck you! I ain’t telling you shit.” Spit fires out of his mouth as he screams at me.
“That’s what I was afraid of. Hold on. I didn’t bring my bag with me, but I’m sure there’re plenty of things in this room I can use to change your mind.”
Standing, I observe the benches that have a range of tools lined up. I select the wrench and gage its weight with my hands. Too big. Too much effort. I find a small pair of gardening shears. Perfect. I then slide the implement down the front of my dress, resting the cold metal in my cleavage.
“You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot, Benny. How about we start again?” I reposition myself on the chair in front of him. “Remember how you came and sat down next to me in the bar?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer, just keeps flicking his gaze between Theo and the other two men.
“Don’t look at them. Come on, Benny boy, you remember. You came and sat next to me because you thought I was hot, right?”
I hear Theo groan behind me, but pay him no mind. Do I like to play with my victims a little too much? Fuck yes, I do. Do I feel sorry about my torture methods? Not at all.
This is going to be fun.
Chapter Nineteen
“Hey, Bel, how about aBeauty and the Beastrerun?” I ask Izzy after hanging up with Angelica. I’m fucking pissed that she thinks she needs to get her father to come and collectourdaughter. But I’m fuckingfumingthat she’s been out all fucking day without calling me.
I’ve had a tail on her ever since she left Helena’s café. My sister sent me a message as soon as she walked in. I logged into the camera feed. And sure enough, my angel was there. I know what she’s been up to. I don’t have an issue with what she’s trying to achieve. My problem is how she’s going about it… alone. I thought I could let it go. I thought I could let her do her own thing. I know she can handle herself. I’m not at all worried about her safety.
Okay, that’s a lie. I’m fucking stressed. I want to be there with her, to protect her from anything that threatens to harm a hair on her head. What I also want is for her towantmy fucking help. She may not need it, but she’s going to fucking have it. I don’t care how much she argues with me on this; she’s not alone in this fight. It’s not even her fucking fight. It’s mine.
And what am I doing? Sitting around on my ass, trying like mad to distract a little girl as best I can. Trying to pretend that everything is fine and dandy. That I’m not going out of my goddamn mind. There is one positive takeaway from this: Angelica trusted me enough to leave her daughter in my care. That’s fucking huge, and I’m not about to let that slip. I’ve seen how protective she is of Izzy, as any mother should be. For her to willingly leave her here with me, without a second thought, well, that says more than her words ever will.
“Can we watchCinderellainstead?” Izzy asks, already on her way to the pantry to gather snacks.
This isn’t our first movie together; it certainly won’t be our last either. I smile at her enthusiasm and how well she’s made herself at home here. “Sure, Bel, we can watch whatever you want.”
