Page 47 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
Stone ripped off his ski mask and reached for him, sliding his fingers over Montgomery’s chin. The world around them disappeared. It was only him and his Monty—his captive. He stared into the beautiful eyes, deep and full of want. It wasn’t the lustful kind of need, though, but rather the desire for security, a home, and even though Stone barely knew him, he wanted to give him that.
He leaned down to press his lips against Montgomery’s, kissing him gently, before nibbling at his bottom lip, tugging. “We’re going to make him regret everything he’s done.”
Montgomery smiled wickedly, his eyes shining with a lust for revenge. It was one of the hottest things Stone had seen. “He won’t know what hit him.”
George cleared his throat and moved closer to them. The tech guys behind him were already packing up, but Ardan stayed close, his watchful gaze heavy on Montgomery and Stone.
“I’ve put a little bit of pressure on Booker too. Some photos,” George said, his husky voice loud in the otherwise quiet room.
“What photos?” Montgomery asked.
Stone tugged at the ropes that kept Montgomery tied to the chair, and once he had them undone, Montgomery stood, rubbing his wrists again.
“It seems your dad hasn’t been faithful to his mistress. Did you know that?” George’s smirk looked strange on his face. He wasn’t the type of man to look as smug as that.
Something akin to amusement danced in Montgomery’s gaze. “I knew he had about nine, but I couldn’t prove it. Abigail was always his favorite, and after Denise left, Abigail assumed he’d chosen only her.”
George passed a manila folder to him, and Montgomery opened it. Stone stepped closer, studying the photos Montgomery flipped through slowly. Inside were multiple images of Booker with different women, some young enough to be in college. One particular lady was on her knees in front of him in a dark alleyway, but Booker’s face was clearly in the streetlight.
“This is something I will never unsee,” Montgomery grumbled, passing the folder off to Stone. “So you blackmailed him with them?”
George’s moustache twitched as he smiled. “I wouldn’t call it blackmail. It was more like… persuasion to agree to the terms.”
Stone’s chest rumbled with laughter and he slapped his friend on the shoulder. “You did good.”
“Thank you, boss. I have my very special contacts.” He tipped his head toward Stone. “How are we going to handle the drop-off?”
Ardan shifted closer to them, his dark eyes pensive. He looked put together, as usual, with a dark blue pinstriped suit. The suit looked like something a gangster would wear, but he pulled it off with style. “May I have some input into the drop-off?”
“Of course.” Stone gestured toward the kitchen. “Shall we take this to the table?”
Ardan bowed his head in acknowledgement and headed to the kitchen, George trailing behind him. Stone indicated to the rest of his crew to follow. When they entered the room, Ardan and George were already discussing details, a map of Grand Park rolled out in front of them.
“You know we have tablets these days, right?” Montgomery snorted.
George sent him a narrowed look over his shoulder. “I prefer the old-school way. Technology is a pain in my ass.”
Montgomery shrugged in answer. “That’s just silly if you ask me.”
George chose to ignore him and turned back to the map, tapping it. “This would be a good vantage point. We could watch everything that’s happening from here.”
Ardan leaned back in his chair, his right leg crossed over his left knee. He hummed. “I believe we need to blend in.”
“Will you be accompanying us, Ardan?” Salvatore asked as he strode in.
“I would like to, yes. I believe I could offer you help,” Ardan said.
“By help, do you mean that you could kill my dad if he tries something stupid?” Montgomery asked, earning a surprised look from nearly every other person in the room.
Ardan slapped his hand on his chest and laughed. “No. I only kill when my boss asks me too. Did you want me to kill your father?”
Montgomery’s lips twisted and he looked like he was thinking about it for a moment, and then he shook his head. “I hate the guy, but I don’t want him dead.”
Salvatore snorted. He crossed his arms over his massive chest and leaned back against the wall. His plain black T-shirt stretched around his arm muscles, but even his wide chest couldn’t detract from how short he looked compared to Jam, who stood beside him. “I do.”
Montgomery peered at him carefully, like he wanted to ask why, but Stone shook his head. It was best if Montgomery didn’t know why the other guys hated his father so much. Montgomery took the cue to keep his mouth shut, much to Stone’s surprise.
“Now that we’ve figured that out, here’s my suggestion. As someone who’s known for shadowing targets….” Ardan leaned back over the map again, and they all crowded in.
