Page 105 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Mads’ hollow points,” Kej says, drawing his weapon.
“You know he doesn’t like it when you call ‘em that.”
“But he does appreciate that these’ll put a hole the size of a grapefruit in anyone who comes after his friend,” Brody says, raising a brow.
“True story.”
Ford is silent during this interchange and lies across the seat when I gesture for him to do so. The quiet terror in his eyes breaks my heart and flips my murder switch hard.
A few more people are about to find out what happens when they endanger my man…if he even wants to be my man after this.
I kiss his temple and slip out the back passenger door as the car in front of us slowly, slowly makes its way around the truck.
Kej pulls up, and I sneak up on the side of the truck, unsurprised in the extreme to find Seamus Byrne’s reflection in the side mirror.
Fucking Byrne brothers.
I test the door, and it’s locked. Holding the silenced gun close to my body, I angle it up and knock on the side of the door.
“Officer, open up.”
Seamus, brain trust that he is, opens the door. With one squeeze of the trigger, then another, I put two in his eye, letting the smaller, slower bullets lazily ricochet throughout his skull.
Helluva cleaner solution than blowing out the back of someone’s head.
I pull myself into the cab, and brother number two—Tommy—is going for his gun, slow to the draw.
How the fuck do these guys even breathe?
I catch Tommy through his temple, once, twice. Grabbing him before he can slump forward, I pull him into the space between the seats, then push Seamus on top of him, shut the passenger door and climb in the driver’s side, getting blood on my fancy tie.
With some quick maneuvering, I move the truck out of the way, and Kej speeds past me. I send him a quick thumbs-up and, realizing I need to get this bus off the street, follow Kej, knowing he’ll find a path.
Seventeen absolutely lawless minutes later, Kej lets off Ford and Brody in front of my building, and I head to the back. I’m not thrilled to park this delivery truck in my building’s underground lot, but I don’t exactly have a lot of choices.
I park in a dark corner before taking off my ridiculously expensive vest and tie and wiping down as much visible blood as possible. Once it’s as good as I can get it, I pull out my cell phone.
Me:Got another cleanup job. Bakery truck in the building’s underground parking.
Hopper:Somebody’s busy today.
Me:Make it quick.
Hopper:You’ve got it.
Hopper:Closing the VIP restroom. Will come back and clean it up after hours.
Hopper:Making my way to you now.
That’s one tragedy averted. Hating that I have to do this, I pull up my phone one more time.
Me:I have a favor to ask. Not a good one.
Joe:Tell me.
Me:I’m in space 395 below, and I need blankets, duct tape, and maybe a knife or scissors.
Joe:Done.
