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Max growls at his laughter. "Down boy," I say with a raised brow when he continues eyeing Kent with hunger in his eyes. "We might need to leave the lion's cage," I hum, patting his back again.
"I want more!" Jer shouts, slamming his fist directly into Kent's face, knocking his chair completely back. Kent cries out when his arms are smashed between the chair and the ground, and he's forced to stare up at Jer, who looms above him, ready to jam his knife into his throat.
"Tell me more. Who is Shadow?" Jer growls, putting the knife's edge under his chin.
"A shadow in the night, little boy. Someone you'll never find. But there is someone you might be able to find." Kent raises a brow when Jer stops his movements.
"Go on," he says with impatience.
"I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out how videos and pictures could come about from my meeting. It was just me, the dealer, my daughter, and her best friend. Then it hit me," Kent laughs maniacally through the pain of his cuts and blood dripping everywhere. How he's still kicking, I don't know. But I can't wait until he stops breathing.
"The suspense is killing me, Kent," Jericho grumbles, staring straight into his eyes. "You're becoming useless with your talks..."
"Your future wife."
My body stiffens. Shepp sucks in a loud breath beside me. Shit. We're so damn transparent, and that mother fucker knew it. Passion cannot be killed, though. Especially this. Our obsession.
Jer stills and cocks his head. "What about her?" he asks with deadly intention. "What about my fucking wife?"
"She was the only other person there," Kent says with a sadistic grin. "I always wondered why my daughter fell into the hands of a girl like that." Jericho rears back, punching him square in the nose until he's sputtering and shooting out teeth.
More teeth, yay!
"Rephrase," he growls, earning a chuckle from me.
"Yeah, I wouldn't talk about our woman like that," I say, cracking my knuckles. "Not like you'll be able to for very much longer." I shrug with a grin, letting my darkness ensnare me in its trap.
"Why the fuck would Jenni be friends with her? After all these years of going to school together. Seems odd, doesn't it? That bi—" Another punch rears his head back, knocking it against the hard ground.
"Again with the name calling," Jericho chastises with the cluck of his tongue. "Continue," he says, grinning. Kent looks up at him with a dazed look, glossing over his eyes. Life slowly fades from him as he bleeds out. Soon, he won't have much to say when he's a corpse.
"She was there," he wheezes out. "The night I made the deal. She had dinner with us. That's who had to have taken the pictures," he whispers before his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he goes limp.
"Damn it! He left us on a cliffhanger!" I shout, throwing my arms around.
Jericho blinks several times and straightens himself up. He doesn't utter a word when he plunges the knife directly into the cross he drew over his chest with a grunt, stabbing over and over, until he’s breathing heavily. Blood splatters across his chest and face when he turns back around with a sour face.
"So, why would my kitty cat be there?" I ask, rubbing my chin with a perplexed look. "Was she just there for dinner? Or was it..." My eyes widen with realization, and I grin at Jer. "Oh! It's him. The enemy. You thinking what I'm thinking?" I wiggle my brows when Jer huffs at me. "Now, they're sad," I grumble, patting Max's head. "It's okay, babies. Daddy will get you lots of meat to eat. He's tainted anyway. Go lay down." I gesture to Max as he grunts at me, lazily walking toward Nova and lying down again.
"We're going to keep that information to ourselves," Jer says, stopping abruptly to face us. "We tell my father Kent spilled about Shadow, but not what he revealed about him." Jer shakes his head. "Fuck! This is the second time that name has come up. First with that fucking bomber. Now this? This Shadow asshole is crossing the line!" His voice echoes through the enclosure. "If he's recruiting bosses into whatever the fuck he has going on, then he's fucking good. How? How is he getting this? And why is my goddamn wife doing this?" Jericho's chest heaves wildly when he throws his knife straight into the ground. "Clean this fucking mess up," he grunts, bolting away with his emotions on his sleeve.
"Well, damn. I've never seen him so riled up before," I pout.
‘It's Journey,’ Shepp signs, shaking his head with worry.
"He's going to do something rash," I sing. "And I cannot fucking wait to see what he has up his sleeve."
Shepp clinks his rings, gaining my attention. ‘First we need to clean this shit up and feed them.’ He nods toward the lions, making hungry eyes at the dead man bleeding out.
I shrug. "Let them have a chew toy for a little bit," I say with a grin, waving him along. "We need to see what Jericho is up to. Besides, I have a hankering for pickles and orange juice while we wait for Kitten to return to the nest."
‘That's birds,’ Shepp signs with a sigh.
"Birds. Kittens. Whatever." I wave a hand as we walk out of the lion's enclosure, leaving Kent to his fate with Max and Nova.
"Hop in," I say, sitting in the driver's seat of the golf cart and patting the other seat. I inhale deeply and tip my head to the side, inspecting the darkening clouds rolling in through the night sky, practically snuffing out the stars and bright moon. “Tut, tut, tut, looks like rain, Old Chap,” I say in my best accent.
Shepp raises a brow at me, huffing when he gets into the golf cart, nearly tipping it over with his damn size. Good thing this stupid thing doesn’t have a roof, or the big bastard would be hitting his head. He doesn’t say anything to my rain comment, even as I chat his ear off on the way back to the house. It takes maybe five minutes to roll up to the mansion’s back door when I slam on the breaks.
