Page 70 of Gluttony

“I like her, she reminds me of you.” That’s from the fourth guy and now that I have a closer look, I notice a gnarly scar from the top of one eye, over his lid and down to his cheek. I wish I could say he’s ugly and scary because of it, but this guy’s genes are sogood that even with a scar that size on his face, he’s still hot as fuck.

Shaking the inappropriate thought out of my head, I turn to face the woman. Maybe I can negotiate with her. Woman to woman. Although, she doesn’t give me the impression that negotiating is her favorite pastime.

Shorty sits me down then cuts the ties binding my wrists while Blondie walks up to the chair on the other side of the table. No one speaks, not even me, which is a feat.

“Be good,” he says, one hand on my shoulder like a warning of what will happen if I’m not. I do my best not to growl but it’s futile. Bringing my wrists in front of me, I rub at the tender flesh. I’m not stupid enough to try something when I’m outnumbered four to one.

Blondie is tapping away on one of those old timer phones from the turn of the century. I can even hear the beeping of each letter she’s pressing. Just that is torture enough. Forget waterboarding, write a novel on a burner phone for an hour and I’ll spill all my fucking guts.

“What do you want from me?” Can’t get answers if you don’t ask questions.

Blondie looks up at me, the smirk gone, and in its place a titanium wall of nothingness. She places a knife and a gun on the table in front of her before turning the chair and sitting, using the back to rest her forearms.

“Not a thing.”

I’m about to protest, yell, curse and whatever else to get some fucking information when a car outside the warehouse comes screeching to a halt and three car doors slam closed.

Three.

Oh, thank fuck.

Hayes is the first to rush in, finger pointed at Blondie, who looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Hadley is comingmy way, rage flashing in his eyes while Orion is trying to hold Hayes back.

“This wasn’t necessary.”

What the fuck does that mean?

“A deal is a deal, pretty boy. Not my fault you didn’t have the balls to go through with it.” Scar man chuckles but there’s zero humor in his voice as he narrows his eyes on Hayes. It’s possessive and it doesn’t take a genius to know that he doesn’t just hook up with Blondie, he worships her. It would be romantic if not for…every fucking thing happening right now.

As Hayes gets in Blondie’s face, she doesn’t even stand, that’s how confident this woman is because he’s not short by any definition of the word. The twins are easily over six foot three with bodies carved by the gods, but Blondie just sits there, unaffected by his tirade.

Hadley tries to shoulder bump Scarface and that’s when shit goes south really fucking quick.

My gasp is so loud, I think I scare the guys behind me but it couldn’t be helped. Scarface has a big fucking knife at Hadley’s throat and, to my horror, Hadley has his own knife at the dude’s…balls? What is happening right now?

“Tell your brother to step back or your aorta is going to redecorate this place.” Scarface is dead serious, not a trace of the humor from minutes ago.

“Good luck fucking your girl without any balls, mate.” Hadley, you stupid, stupid, man.

Orion moves and my attention goes straight to him, our eyes locking and my fear for Hadley no doubt showing all over my face.

“Enough with the pissing match. You.” Blondie points to Hayes. “Step back before shit gets real. You.” This time she points her finger to Hadley as she rises to her full height. “Don’t play games you can’t win. Step away from my husband.”

My gaze darts to Hadley and after they both grin at each other like this is some sort of killing foreplay, they both step away at the same time. I think psycho recognizes psycho.

“Ballsy, I like it,” Scarface says with a nod of his head.

“Almost ball-less, doubt you’d’ve enjoyed that.” Fucking Hadley.

“Look, clearly you have regrets but that’s not how shit works. I told you this back at the hotel.” Blondie steps away from the desk, her back to me as she addresses the brothers. “Once you put in an order, shit gets done, and most importantly, debts are paid.”

It takes my brain a second to understand what she’s saying.

“You have regrets.”As they’re all talking at each other, my mind is reeling, eyes searching out each of the brothers but no one is looking at me, no one is paying attention to the fact that I’m having a bit of a meltdown.

First, Mickey organized a beat down, now the men I trusted had me kidnapped? For what? Why would they do this?

How fucking dare they?

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