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Simon tossed the money to him. The bastard had done his job. He’d taken the shot at Dee. Given Simon the perfect opportunity that he’d needed.
The human male’s injury just hadn’t been part of the plan.
Simon turned away and headed for the door. There was more work to do. Always more.
The bullet slammed into his back, a hard punch of fire that burned through skin and muscle and tore right through the bone. He hit the floor hard, his face slamming down and the blood pouring from his body. Dammit.
He should have seen that one coming. You just couldn’t trust killers these days.
He heard the creak of footsteps and caught the whisper of excited breath. “N-nobody threatens Frankie Lee.” Another shot. This one fired into the back of Simon’s right leg.
Simon didn’t cry out. He locked his jaw and battled the pain.
“You’re the one who won’t get an easy death, asshole.” Another shot. Left thigh this time.
Sonofabitch.
Frankie grabbed the back of Simon’s head and wrenched him up. As Simon’s face tilted, the gun barrel stared back at him, and the scent of burning metal filled his nostrils.
Frankie snarled, “Nobody threatens?—”
Simon lunged off the floor. One jerk of his hand and he broke Frankie’s wrist.
“Fuck!” Frankie’s face bleached of color.
The gun clattered to the floor. Simon didn’t even glance at it. He wouldn’t need the weapon. The gun really would be too easy, and so not his style.
Simon grabbed the squirrelly bastard, wrapped his hand around Frankie’s throat, and pinned him up against the wall. Frankie’s fat legs dangled a good two feet off the floor.
“How the hell?—”
Simon smiled.
Frankie started to shake.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Simon whispered, the scent of his own blood clogging his nostrils. “You had your chance.”
Now, it was his turn.
Chapter Two
“Ready for a new case?”
Dee glanced up when Jason Pak strolled into her office. The guy had on one of his fancy suits—always, the fancy suits—and he was smiling.
A smile from Pak was never a good thing.
Dee slowly eased her feet off the desk. “What kind of case?” She’d been thinking about taking a break. Maybe heading over to Biloxi and staying at one of the casinos and enjoying the beach.
He shut the door. No sound. Pak was good at not making any noise. He’d told her once that he’d learned to hunt and track with his Choctaw grandfather.
And that he’d learned to kill by trailing his Korean mother.
He crossed the room and tossed a file onto her desk. “We’ve got word that a Born Master is in town.”
Her blood froze. The ice thickened inside of her, then rose to coat her skin as the chill enveloped her.
Born Master. She licked dry lips. Okay, not a lot scared her, but those bastards did. “What’s a BM doing in this city?” Born Masters were rare, thank Christ. Only a handful were in the United States. Most of them preferred to stay in Europe or Africa.
