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My body is a deadly weapon. Up close and personal, I can take out an enemy quietly and effectively without hardware. A shot to the head is more efficient in distance situations though. My throwing knives are best for incapacitation, or slowing down my prey.
Every tool has its purpose.
Lucia is still sleeping when I finish dressing and come out of the bathroom. The light is off before I open the door, so I don't wake her. It works, but I risk rousing her anyway when I lean down and kiss her lips softly.
Her mouth molds to mine, even in her sleep. When I pull it away, those pretty lips go lax again and I smile.
This woman.
There is no way I am ever letting her go.
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When I reach the warehouse, there is no sign of anyone else. As it should be. I drive around the back and open the bay door with my remote. It looks rusted into place and decrepit. But it is made of reinforced steel and swings up on silent hinges.
I pull my X7 in next to Zephyr's bright yellow Lambo. My truck is more useful for transporting bodies, something important in my line of work. It's also a hell of a lot less of an attention seeker.
From the other vehicles parked in the warehouse, it looks like Zeus and Helios are here as well.
I go down to the basement, the top selling feature for this property. It is not on the blueprints filed with the planning office and the access is now hidden behind a bank of broken down filing cabinets that look like they haven't moved in the past two decades.
Following the sound of murmuring voices, I find my brother and both of my cousins in the interrogation room. Two men are stripped naked and hanging by their wrists from a chain in the ceiling.
Satisfaction unfurls in my gut when I see that one of them is that fucker that got me in trouble with Lucia for insisting I pay for the beer. Lucia's safety and my family's interests made the timing bad for taking him down earlier, but now?
I'm going to have some fun.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to seeing you smile," Zephyr grouses as I walk closer. "Although this one looks damn evil."
"I'm looking forward totalkingwith the prisoners."
"Oh, shit, what did they do to you?" Helios asks.
I shrug.
"You! I knew you were trouble," the Russian on the right says malevolently.
"Good instincts," I acknowledge. Then look him up and down and shake my head. "Bad choices."
The man on the left spits toward me. "When my bratva is done with you, you'll all wish you'd shot yourselves in the head."
"Strong words for a man about to cry for his mommy," I say with disinterest.
My toolchest is designed for garage tools, but the things I keep inside the grey metal drawers are a lot more interesting. Or their use is.
"Hell," Zeus says. "You're pissed."
I shrug. "Do I look angry?"
"No, you look like an emotionless psychopath, but we both know that's not you."
I'm feeling emotion right now. Most of it, rage. These fuckers came into our city and they want to disrupt our plans. Plans my brothers and cousins and me have spent years developing.
"What are you doing in Portland?" I ask them.
"Fuck you." The man on the left spits at me again. His saliva falls short and splats on the cement, but the disrespect is there regardless.
"I would teach you some manners, but there's no point when you're never leaving here alive."
