Page 87 of Affair
“If you piss her off, she’ll take care of you,” he said. “Well, I will. A smart man knows when to move on, Captain, and believe me, no one is accusing you of that.”
His eyes went huge.
As soon as he was in front of the alley, Reaper whistled, and when Tommy looked, Wolf moved fast, shoving him in toward the man.
Reaper put him in a submission hold, and Wolf took his gun and badge.
“Someone’s going nighty-night,” he stated, as he tightened his arm around his neck.
Tommy fought, but he couldn’t breathe, and the space around him was going wavy.
His only goal was not to pass out.
Well, that and get to Gene to save him.
When he closed his eyes and went limp, Lewis finally let up, and that was a mistake. He swung his arm back, got him in the balls, and went to get away.
Only, Wolf was there.
He grabbed him by the neck, as Lewis nursed his balls on the ground.
Someone should have just punched him in the face and called it a day—so much for being nice.
Slamming him against the wall, he stared into his eyes.
“We tried to be cordial, Captain. Now, you’re really going out.”
And he slammed him so hard against the wall his bones rattled in his body. That was when the big Cajun let him drop to the dirty alley floor.
This time, Thomas Bernard went lights out.
For a while.
Chapter Five
Area Fifty-Two
Same Time
Wednesday
Mid-Morning
Oh, Jagger knew one thing. His wife was predictable if nothing, and this behavior was anything but something they’d see from her. That told him everything he needed to know about this moment.
Normally, she jumped at a challenge, so now, Jagger needed to figure out what the hell was going on with her.
Something was.
That was for damn sure.
Going into the room that they shared in the concrete bunker by using his fingerprints to access it, he found his wife sitting on the bed.
Uh-oh.
She was staring at the wall, deep in thought. That was exactly the same thing she did when she was troubled.
As he entered, he went to sit beside her.
