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Damon and Jaxon are already moving toward where the other eight men might be hiding. I wait patiently, keeping the barrel of my gun pressed into the man’s chest in front of me.
He has a buzzed head, no scars or even tattoos. Not the normal type I find in these situations, but I’m not here to judge. At least, not in that way.
More gunshots echo through the buildings, screams rip through the air, and doors slam, but I stay unmoving, as does the man in front of me.
I take in his plain black tee, cheap jeans, and dirty white sneakers before appraising his round face once more. “What’s your name?”
“Simon.”
I scoff. Why does that feel so fitting for him?
“Well, Simon.” I press the gun a little harder to his chest. “Why don’t you start talking while my friends get acquainted with yours?”
His face pales as he speaks. “I only manage the books. I don’t know anything about what they do here.”
A sardonic smile tugs at my lips, an embodiment of my incredulity. “Oh, Simon. You damn well know what they do here. The fact that you still show up every day to do your job is reason enough to kill you.”
He spits and sputters, trying to talk over his fear. “I don’t have a choice.”
The end of my pistol taps over his cheek. “We always have a choice.”
Women start to run toward us, but I stop them with a glare. “Don’t leave this building.”
I don’t bother to threaten them with words as the six naked whores all halt in their tracks. My tone and the gun in my hand is enough. If they’re here, they’ve been conditioned enough to know when to listen, so I use that to my advantage.
The last thing we need is anyone calling for help or making a scene and ruining my fun.
Simon takes a step back, but I close the distance. “You’re not going anywhere, and if you move again, it will be the last thing you ever do.”
He swallows hard but doesn’t even attempt to nod. At least he’s not a complete idiot.
“Does your boss Raymond ever do business with Titan Moretti?” I ask him as I continue to wait for Jaxon and Damon to return.
Sweat drops down Simon’s temples. “I’d need to look the name up on my computer.”
My gun taps his head again. “Then, let’s go.”
As he begins to walk with my permission, I glance back at the women, uninterested in their naked bodies, but needing them to know I haven’t forgotten, nor will I forget, about their presence here. “If you stay right where you are and remain quiet, you can take every dollar stashed in this place when we’re done here.”
One black-haired beauty that momentarily reminds me of Olivia steps forward, chin tilted up. “Why should we believe that you’re not just like them and don’t intend to take us?”
“You shouldn’t,” I say confidently. “Do better for yourselves. But stay the fuck out of my way before you do.”
Two of the other women tug on her wrists, pulling her back to the group, and I dismiss them. I don’t have time to placate anyone. I need to find Titan and rip his head from his shoulders or maybe even bash his skull in with my fists. I’ve even envisioned cutting him over and over again until he bleeds to death, strapped to a table.
Simon is typing at the computer, and I force away the darker thoughts to watch every key he presses, making sure he’s not somehow alerting anyone of our arrival at the warehouse. When he types in Moretti’s name, I tense, waiting for what I need to show up on the screen.
The name I seek materializes on the screen, the revelation both gratifying and maddening. My grip tightens on Simon’s shoulder, a silent affirmation of my expectations. “Click on it.”
With a shaky hand, he does as I’ve commanded, and I scan the available information there. Most of it I already have, like the address to the house where we blew up the kitchen, his name and phone number, and even date of birth.
Just when I’m about to shoot this bumbling idiot in the head for being useless, he opens another window. “I’m not sure what you’re looking for, but here’s his banking information from a past transfer we completed with him.”
I personally can’t do anything with the account numbers, but Jaxon might be able to. He enjoys working with his FBI guy on some stuff. Maybe he’ll come through with a different address linked to the account for us to check out.
I take a picture of the screen with my phone and raise my gun in the air. My intent is only to knock him out, but when a woman screams from behind me, I hesitate.
“Don’t hurt him,” she pleads, covering her fake tits with one arm and the pussy I have no interest in with the other. “He’s only here because of me.”
