Page 43 of Slaying for Santa
“Has your what?” Wes wags his brows. “Yesterday morning you were single, mate. What the fuck happened last night?”
“Bell happened,” I mutter, spinning away from my team to stare at the fucking shambles of the Christmas tree Rhonda trashed.
That bitch of a woman will pay for this.
For fuck’s sake. Everything has turned to shit.
I’ve kept my distance from Sydney’s gangland on purpose. I don’t need that fucking shit in my life, and it’s bad enough we often get hired by fucking mobsters, but gangs? Nah, those fuckers keep jobs in house, dealing with things themselves.
“You all have contacts. Reach out. Narrow the search. I want places the Serpents frequent.” I turn back to my team, seeing them all nod, and fuck, even though I’ve been a total prick out of my mind with worry, they still have my back, getting their phones out and doing what I asked.
So, I fucking do the same.
My contacts are those mobsters I get hired by often. The last fucking thing I want is to owe them anything, but this is my kid, and my woman we are talking about. I’ll do whatever it fucking takes to get them back safely.
Night has fallen over the city, the air still mild with the lead up to what’s going to be a sweltering Christmas.
I feel like a fucking failure not knowing someone was inmy home stealing my kid right from under my nose. I’m supposed to have a fucking fortress, but in my desperation to drown in Bell last night, I didn’t hear a fucking thing.
It’s like those fuckers have the best luck, breaking in the one time I’m distracted?—
Wait… Fuck… That can’t be a coincidence.
Fuck.
“FUCK!”
“What is it?” Wes asks as I open my phone and hit Tillie’s number, but I don’t answer him, anger clouding my fucking vision as I wait for my sister to answer the fucking call.
“Have you found her?” Tillie’s worried voice rushes out as soon as the line connects, still snowed in across the other side of the world.
“No,” I snap. “But I need you to tell me more about Bell.”
“Why? What’s going on?” Tillie’s voice turns high pitched, and my eyes flick to Wes as I speak.
“The one night I’m distracted by Bell, is the one night the Serpents come in and kidnap Libi. That’s no fucking coincidence,” I hiss, and Tillie is quiet for a moment before she speaks quietly.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m fucking saying, your psychotic friend did her best to keep me fucking distracted while those fuckers took my little girl!”
The roar of my voice booms through the living room, and each of my men glance at me, pausing their phone conversations as Wes curses next to me.
“Firstly, calling her psychotic is not an insult. She wears her trauma proudly,” Tillie snaps through the line. “Secondly, why the fuck would Bell ever want to harm Libi? She doesn’t even like kids, but Libi? She adores her.”
I scoff at that, but Tillie isn’t finished.
“And thirdly, how the hell did Bell distract you? Were you two arguing all night? Are you really that immature, Kitson?”
I ignore her questions, because fuck, that means admitting to fucking her best friend, and even though I want to talk to her about it, now isn’t the fucking time. Especially when there’s a high possibility I’ve been played, and Bell was in on it.
“Do you know what your best friend’s favourite pastime is?” I snap, trying to steer the argument away from me falling for Bell’s pierced nipples.
“Which one?” Tillie snaps. “The one where she works hard to stay sober, or the one where she lures men, seduces them, and slaughters them?”
I stiffen at her words, running them through my head over and over.
She didn’t just say…
