Page 126 of Little Sunshine

Maximo had sent a few guys from his promotional team over to lure them in with an offer of food vouchers and a poker chip giveaway. That’d been all that was needed, and the dumb bastards had strolled into Moonlight on their own accord.

They just hadn’t remained free once they arrived.

I could and would make them pay for what they’d done to Mila. And when I was done, I’d go up and celebrate by making her come with the same hands that’d taken two lives for her.

And that was why there was a motherfucking pep in my goddamn step.

“You got a plan?” Maximo asked as we rode down to The Basement. Usually, that kind of job would be done off property. But since Mila and Juliet were both at Moonlight, we’d decided to stick close.

Like the pathetic bastards we were.

“I always have a plan.”

I’d been plotting how I’d handle them since the moment I’d found out Mila’s injuries weren’t from a car accident. Her last-minute divulgence the night before had forced me to tweak it a little, but that was fine. I always calculated for possible variations.

We turned the corner to see Cole in the hallway with his phone in hand, rapidly typing at the screen.

“Anything else I should know?” I asked.

“Knights signed a new goalie.” Cole glanced up and gestured to the door. “They’re exactly what we thought. Losers for hire. Nobodies with nothing that no one will miss. Got disposal spots lined up.”

“Think we’ll only need one,” I said.

“Okay,” he drawled, but no one questioned me as I opened the door.

Two sets of eyes shot to me.

One filled with stark terror.

Smart.

The second filled with rage, attempting to mask his terror.

Moron.

This is going to be fun.

Dragging a chair from the wall, I moved it between the two men. I plopped down and kicked my legs up on the table, looking back and forth at them. I wasn’t on guard since they were both cuffed to the latches on the underside of the table.

I’d have preferred rope, but no one else had my knot skills.

“Who the fuck are you?” the cocky one—Edward Zale—bit out when I didn’t speak. “We were promised free poker, but when we got in here, some pricks jumped us. They came after us, so why are we the ones in cuffs?”

“Oh, don’t like that, huh? Don’t like getting randomly attacked?”

“What—”

I kicked the table away. With their arms cuffed to it, the momentum pulled them forward and both smashed their faces into the hard steel.

Blood was instant, but neither nose looked broken.

Yet.

Both men—and I used that term loosely—cried out their confusion, but the mean fucker was the only one dumb enough to follow it with insults.

“You pussy-ass bitch. Uncuff me and try that shit again. I fucking dare you.”

With a shrug, I held my hand up. Maximo tossed me a key ring that I used to unlock the guy’s wrists.

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