Page 29 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
“We’ll edit the video and send it to the media outlets. I’ll let you know when it’s gone out so you can contact Booker the next day. Handle this right.” With a smirk, he held out his arm to Conall.
Conall pressed against his side. With a couple of the biggest men in front of them, they strode out the front door. Soon his other men followed with the equipment, until the only people left in the house were Stone, his crew, Montgomery, and Ardan, who’d taken a seat on the sofa.
“That was exciting,” George muttered, falling into the reclining chair. He pointed at Salvatore. “You need to keep your mouth shut, boy.”
“Me?” Salvatore spun on him and glared. He gestured toward Montgomery with exaggerated hand waves. “It’s this piece of shit. Ever since he got here, he’s been nothing but trouble.”
Montgomery laughed. “Hey, it’s not like I had a choice to come. You say it like I’m an unwanted visitor. You fucking kidnapped me, dude.”
Salvatore’s hand twitched near his gun, and Stone decided to take charge. He stepped between Montgomery and Salvatore, his arms folded over his chest.
“If you ever question me again, Sal, it’ll be you with a bullet in your head. I might seem lenient, but I’m not. Am I clear?”
Salvatore dropped his hand and nodded. “Yes, boss.”
Stone spun on Montgomery, giving him a dark glance. “And the same goes for you.” He shifted closed, using his height to stare him down. “Don’t you ever question me. You’re my prisoner, and it’s about time I start treating you like one.”
“What does that—”
Stone grabbed a fistful of his hair, ignoring the grunt of pain that escaped Montgomery’s mouth as he dragged him past his crew. Montgomery’s fingers clawed at his hand, but they weren’t sharp enough to hurt. He led them upstairs and back to the room he’d kept Montgomery in and then threw him inside.
Montgomery stumbled to his knees. By the time he got to his feet, Stone had already shut the door behind them and locked it. It earned him a glare.
“What the fuck?”
Stone moved closer. The stuffy room felt incredibly hot with his hoody on, no windows to give them fresh air. The fan barely spun, and it creaked with every slow turn. He unzipped his jacket and threw it aside.
Montgomery watched him, his gaze focusing on Stone’s chest and then back to his face.
“You’re not one of us, Monty. You’re my ticket to a lot of money, and I won’t let you make a fool of me.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Youwere.” Stone pressed his lips together thinly. “You can stay here until we hear back from Booker. No food.”
“Wait, what? That’s not fair!” Montgomery rushed forward, but when he got close enough, Stone backhanded him and sent him tumbling to the ground. He touched his cheek and glared at Stone with watery eyes.
“It’s about time I teach you that you can’t always have what you want, something Booker obviously didn’t.” Stone spun on his heel and exited, slamming the door behind him. He ignored the loud cursing on the other side of it and pressed his back against the wood. “Fuck.”
Someone cleared their throat, and Stone glanced at George, who hovered in the hallway. George’s gray moustache twitched when he smiled.
“He’s a brat.”
Stone grunted. “Tell me something I don’t know.” A pounding on the door made it rattle, and Stone straightened, slamming his own fist on it. “Shut up or I’ll gag you.”
“You fucking prick!” Montgomery yelled.
“I won’t hesitate to tie you up and put the tape over that smart mouth of yours, Monty. Push me, I dare you.”
Montgomery cursed, but he obviously knew Stone wasn’t lying because the sounds of his footsteps told Stone he’d retreated.
“You need to start thinking about what you’re going to do with him. He’s seen our faces and knows who we are. If you don’t kill him, Sloan will, and it won’t be humane, either.”
Stone sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’ll talk about this later.” He went to walk past George, but George grabbed his arm and dragged him back.
“Don’t get attached,” George snapped. A crease formed between his eyebrows.
Stone frowned at him. “I’m not attached. He’s a spoiled brat who needs to learn a lesson. I’m educating him on a few things before we put a bullet in his head.”
