Page 98 of B-ry
“Get your ass to the diner. He just showed up there. Mouse and Cable will meet you with a van. Prospect has eyes on him.”
“On my way,” I responded automatically.
“Need you cool, brother.”
“I am,” I said rather calmly.
“Good. I’ll meet you in the container yard.”
A sinister smile spread across my face. This fucker was going to get everything owed to him and more.
I stepped back into the room.
The instant her eyes met mine it was like she knew.
Her body went stiff as she clenched her jaw.
“I gotta go, baby.”
I expected questions but got none.
“Be safe,” she said with a firm nod letting me know that she got it this time.
Then she turned her attention back to Blade pretty much dismissing me. But I wasn’t mad. I got her. And I got that this was a good thing.
I watched from across the street as he had his fucking bacon and eggs. I watched as he chowed down on his last fucking meal. I smiled because he didn’t even have a damn clue that it would be.
He paid, counting out his cash like he didn’t have a care in the world. The guy wasn’t even on alert at all which gave me the chance to cross the road and hunker down behind his car without being noticed. He had no idea we were there and it was almost like he thought he was untouchable.
I waited until he was at the driver’s side door.
Then I casually stood up, taking him by surprise.
He tried his damnedest to get the key in the lock but I was too fast. Two hits to the back of the head with the butt of my gun, and he crumpled to the ground.
We loaded him in the van with no problems. And then the prospect drove Steve’s car back to the compound where we would figure out what to do with it later.
Iron was waiting in the far back corner of the yard with the door to a rusted out container already open.
Inside, I strung him up with the chains that had already been welded to the top of the box.
“Now what?” Mouse asked.
“We wait,” I said planting my ass in one of the metal folding chairs.
It didn’t take long for him to come around.
“Here’s the thing, Steve,” I said slowly. “We know why you did it. We know what your plan was. We also know you’re a dumb fuck that has only managed to piss us off. But what we don’t know is who is the man that you work for?”
“Fuck you. I work for no one.”
It seemed like he really wanted to believe that.
“Who is the man with the accent?” I asked.
“You are calling me a dumb fuck when you can’t even figure that out.” He laughed despite the fact that we had his number right now.
So there was something we were clearly missing.
