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The anger continued to swell from deep within, rage swirling as if prepared to drag me straight into the fires of hell. Maybe I’d had it far too easy in my life, only forced to step up to the plate, claiming my heritage when my brother had wallowed in prison. I’d been far too confident in my beliefs the extended business trip would be easy, without any issues.
Or maybe some would consider me a fool.
What I did know is that my mind had been elsewhere, perfecting a plan of revenge when I should have been concentrating on business. Now, the two issues had collided together, possibly dragging Eden into becoming a target.
It was interesting I continued to use her fake name, but it suited her more than Carmella. Everything about the woman pulled me into the purest moment of sin, the fruits in the Garden of Eden ripe for the picking. And I’d consumed more than my fair share.
As I headed down the busy streets, my hold on the steering wheel ironclad, I couldn’t wrap my head around my feelings for her. On one hand, I longed to continue being the dominating force. On the other, I craved seeing her face light up in glee moments before she screamed my name in ecstasy. The dichotomy could be my downfall.
Jameson was still searching for Talon, his last check-in indicating he’d located the man’s residence. While I longed to get back to the house, not only to protect my possession but to initiate leaving the city, I had to finish business. No, I needed to send a warning to whoever was behind the veiled threats.
I was finished playing games all the way around.
Wallace was nothing but a user, but he’d surfaced in New Orleans for a reason. Reconnaissance maybe. Information? Definitely. Or maybe it was merely to draw my attention away from whatever plan the enemy had in destroying a part of the Montenegro Empire. As I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel where he was staying, I thought about how to handle his interrogation without drawing unwanted attention.
I exited the vehicle, pressing my hand against my Glock. The silencer was already in place. With any luck, the boytoy Wallace had been spending time with had left. While I had no issues eliminating a life, I wasn’t in the habit of taking those considered innocent.
If there was such a thing.
I headed into the busy hotel, no one paying any attention. There were many things I enjoyed about the provocative city, including you could be royalty or a bottom feeder and very few people noticed.
Or cared for that matter.
He’d taken a suite on the top floor, using the money he’d stolen. At least he’d managed to spend his last days on Earth in posh surroundings. I half smiled as I thought about it. After locating his room, I knocked twice.
After two minutes, Wallace finally opened the door, trying to slam it immediately. I kicked it in, immediately punching him in his gut, pummeling him backward by several feet. After closing the door, I unbuttoned my jacket, placing my hands on my hips as I listened for the sounds of a visitor.
He was shaking as he righted himself, wiping his mouth as if he’d already drooled all over himself.
“What do you want?” he asked timidly.
“Is your friend here?”
Wallace narrowed his eyes, shaking his head insistently. “I asked you a question.”
“And you’re not in the position to ask them. That’s my job this afternoon.”
I sensed he’d hidden a weapon or was looking for a way out given his constant glances toward the bedroom. I moved forward quickly, backhanding him just to make a point. As he tumbled backwards, crashing into an end table, I took the time to head to the bedroom, pushing the door all the way open. I noticed nothing of concern, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a weapon stored in one of the drawers.
Within seconds, I found it, the Beretta not something I’d expect he would use. I was curious if he’d been given the piece for protection by the very entity I was looking to find. As I walked back into the living room, he was already at the door. I could only imagine the spectacle he would create given his lack of clothing.
I pointed his weapon at his center mass, chuckling as I did so. “I wouldn’t try that, Wallace. Unless you want instant back pain.”
He turned around, his pasty white skin almost translucent. “I haven’t done anything else. I told you I planned on getting you the money.”
“Have a seat.” I pointed toward one of the couches. When he hesitated, I pointed the barrel toward his private parts, lifting a single eyebrow.
His legs shaky, he did as he was told, sitting down carefully, as if it pained him.
I waited for a full minute before moving. Always the anticipation of what might be done helped in the interrogation process. By the time I moved in front of him, sitting down in the single chair, he was already sweating. I took my time before leaning forward. “This should be easy for you. Who did you sell Montenegro information to?”
Wallace seemed surprised that I’d gotten right to the point.
“Are you crazy?”
“Very much so, which is why you need to tell me, so I don’t act on my insanity.” I eased his weapon onto my knee, giving him a hard look.
