Page 23 of Sinful King

“Lock the door,” she said, hopping to her feet and tipping her head toward the door in front of me. “We’ve been waiting on you.”

I stepped into the back room and found Siobhan sitting legs crossed in front of Joe, the shop’s owner. He was bound to a chair by his legs and arms.

“She can sit like that for hours,” I said, earning his widened gaze. “But, I don’t have the patience to wait around for answers, Joe.”

I stepped behind his chair and turned it to face me.

“I’ve been home for less than twenty-four hours and it’s starting to feel like I’m not welcomed. You tryna have me killed, Joe? Is that why my shit missing?”

“That’s not… I swear, I—”

“Where’s my merchandise?” I asked, hand out as Tadhg placed a pistol into the palm of it.

“I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t have anything to do with this.”

Itsked.

“Then explain to me why your revenue has dropped but your armory is damn near empty.”

He tugged at his restraints and I sighed, cutting a glance in Tadhg’s direction.

“Do I have a change of clothes in the car?”

He nodded and I pushed the barrel of my gun into Joe’s knee, stopping his frantic movements.

“I’m in a real bad fucking mood, Joe. Tell me where my shit is and I’ll let you live. Stay quiet and you’ll die that way. Lie to me and who knows what I might cook up as punishment. You have three seconds, starting now.”

But before he could even fix his lips to speak, I pulled the trigger and laughed as he howled in agony.

“Oh he’s losing it,” Aoife whispered.

“We saw Blair before this,” Tadhg murmured back, like I couldn’t fucking hear them.

I had thought it would make me feel better, putting a tiny copper bullet into flesh. There was a brief moment of satisfaction but nothing now.

“Uh, cousin. Maybe you should let us handle this and—”

When our gazes met, Siobhan pressed her lips together.

“Or not,” she said instead. “Do your thing.”

I focused my attention on Joe’s wound, digging the tip of my gun into it.

“Apologies for my suddenness. Thought it would make me feel better but instead I feel like finishing the job. Where’s my merchandise, Joe?”

“I… I don’t know where it is. But… But in exchange for keeping the cash difference, I gave a portion of the guns to Meechie.”

“Meechie?” we all said at once. “Who the fuck is Meechie?”

“Jinx!” Eef and Von both yelled afterward, earning a glare from me and a chuckle from Tadhg.

“He said his dad worked for yours,” Joe blurted as my gaze shifted back to his. “I asked to meet and recognized him. He’s always with your Dad, at least any time he came around here.”

Landell.

“And so, my dad’sdriveroffered you cash for the merchandise. Do I have that right?”

He nodded and I pulled my gun from his wound and dropped it into the zip lock bag Tadhg held open for me.

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