Chapter 12
It took us all night to clean the house.
There were some things we couldn’t salvage, and I hated seeing Taylor upset about that.
We have both worked hard to make this a safe place, and it was ruined because of me.
I don’t sleep due to guilt, so instead I make sure Taylor gets to work safely and then check on Lauren before I get started for the day.
They came after me because of the Sai brothers, which means I owe them a visit. I climb onto my bike, tugging my helmet down and shooting off into the city. It wasn’t hard to find out where they live.
I park my bike a couple of streets away and use the back gardens of the rich ass mansions for cover as I survey their house for the next hour.
I note the guards’ patterns and access points.
There is a reduced number of them, which makes me think the Sais aren’t home, but that doesn’t mean they won’t be back.
They are supposed to be the most protected family in the city, but nothing can protect them from me.
My family was hurt because of them, and they need to answer for it.
When I’m sure of my path, I make my way around the back wall and hop over it, hiding in the bushes.
As soon as the guards pass on their patrol, I dart across the grass, around the house and pool, and scale the posts that hold up the second-floor balcony.
I’ve just rolled over the lip of the veranda when the guards walk under me.
Smirking, I crouch walk to the glass door and pull out my pin, picking the lock before slipping inside.
The carpet muffles my steps, but I’m still careful, moving as silently as possible down the hall.
The art and decor scream of wealth, and I almost scoff at the family portrait that hangs over the top of the double stairs.
Swearing under my breath when I hear a guard heading my way, I duck into a room, hiding behind the door.
“Those fucking tacos have gone through me,” the guard snaps. “Give me a break.” The door I’m behind suddenly opens, and I look around as he rushes inside and slams it closed. He doesn’t even notice me as he rips out an earpiece and shoves his pants down.
“Well, this is awkward,” I remark, and he spins, his pants falling to the floor. Unluckily for him, he chose to go commando today.
“What the fuck?” He scrambles for his gun, while I grab the closest object, which happens to be the bottle of soap from the sink.
I rush him, knocking the Ruger out of his hand, and he gapes at me again as I toss the bottle in my palm.
“Question. Aren’t you worried about shitting your pants when you go commando? Does it chafe?”
He stares at me, and I sigh. “You’re going to scream, aren’t you?” I mutter.
I see him debate it, and then he opens his mouth to yell for help, which I can’t let happen, so I slam the bottle into his face.
“Congrats, by the way.” I nod at his cock before I swing the soap bottle into his head again.
It takes a few hits for him to go down cold, then I drop it into the sink.
“Fucking rich people. Can’t they have better weapons on hand?
” I grumble as I prop my hands on my hips and look down at him. “Now, what do I do with you?”
An evil thought comes to mind. Grinning to myself, I get to work.
He’s a heavy fucker, but I manage to strip him easily enough.
I pull his uniform shirt over my head and leave my own pants on since I don’t want his ass germs. I add the tie and push it up into place, then I shove my hair up into a high ponytail.
Slipping his blazer on, which is a little big, I button it then add the earpiece. “Southside clear,” I hear, and I look down at him.
“We can’t have you waking up and ruining my plan.
Sorry, but hopefully you don’t shit yourself while you’re out.
That would be embarrassing,” I say as I glance around and grab one of the long towels.
I spin it to create a rope and bind his arms and legs, hog-tying him before grabbing a smaller towel and shoving it into his mouth.
Grabbing his phone, I unlock it with his finger and navigate to his browser, raising my eyebrows.
“Damn, you’re just out here watching porn, and not even in private.
You are bold, but nice choice though,” I tell him as I load the video and press it to his chest. The sounds of groaning and farting fill the air—you know, just in case.
Stepping back, I inspect myself in the mirror before slipping out of the door and shutting it behind me.
Anyone who comes to investigate will hear that eight-hour loop of a man struggling to shit, so they shouldn’t look—at least for now.
With more confidence, I wander back to the stairs to wait for them when a guard rounds the top and stops. He’s a big bastard and mean looking, with a scar intersecting one eye that twitches as he runs his eyes over my sloppy uniform. “Why aren’t you at your post?” he snaps.
Ah shit. Think, Bex, think. He grows increasingly annoyed at my lack of an answer, though, and steps closer.
“Are you new?” He frowns, and I nod. “Figures. Find Pat downstairs and get your position,” he orders as he barges past me. “Fucking newbies. Why do they keep bringing them on?”
Flipping him off when he isn’t looking, I head down the stairs. I mean, seriously, who needs this big of a staircase? What are they doing, having sliding contests? It’s excessive, but then again, everything about this mansion is.
I peek into a few rooms before I find the one I want, and I shut the door behind me. I pour myself a drink and hop up onto the dining table and wait. I’ll stay all day if I have to.
Luckily for me, it doesn’t take long before I hear engines and the front door opening. Several footsteps head this way, which means I got lucky again. It would have been really awkward if we had to play a game of hide-and-seek.
The double doors open dramatically, admitting Neo and Zayn Sai.
“Sir, sir! We found one of our guards bound and gagged upstairs—” They stop in the doorway as I lounge on the dining table. The blazer is folded to my side and the tie is hanging loosely down my unbuttoned shirt.
“That would be my handiwork. Sorry about that, but he got in my way. At least he’s still alive.” Leaning forward, I grin at their shocked faces. “Hello again.”
Guns are instantly aimed at me, and I roll my eyes. “That’s not a nice way to greet a guest,” I tease.
“A guest usually knocks or is invited,” Neo comments idly as he stalks to the bar and takes a seat on a stool. “They don’t break in and knock out the help.”
“I’m a bad guest. Spank me.” I shrug as I slide to the edge, swinging my legs back and forth, but my smile drops and my expression turns deadly. “We need to talk.”
“I figured,” Neo replies as he pours a drink. “If you wanted to kill us, you wouldn’t do it like this.”
“True. Smart boy.” Taking a sip of my own drink, I eye them.
“My house was broken into and raided, and someone important was kidnapped. I, of course, dealt with it, but the issue is, they felt safe coming after me because of you. They thought I was in bed with you, which put me in their sights. I’m giving you two days to rectify this or I’ll have to prove I am not working with you. ”
Neo stares at me, and I arch an eyebrow, showing how serious I am. I have a reputation to uphold. No one fucked with me, but since they came into my life, everything has gone tits up. “Unless, of course, you would prefer for me to make your lives a living hell.”
“Usually, I’d enjoy playing with you, but not right now,” Zayn comments, and his eyes are tight with stress. I tilt my head.
“What happened?” I ask curiously. I should be the only one stressing them right now. I don’t like having my thunder stolen.
They share a look, and it’s clear they are considering not speaking before Neo sighs. “Kane, our older brother, is missing. His guards are dead, and he’s been captured. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” The look he gives me would terrify anyone else.
“Wish I did, but not my style. If I wanted your brother dead, I would have slit his throat in his sleep, not made a sloppy mess. Shame, though, because he was really pretty. Well, good luck with that.” I hop down and head to the bar.
Reaching over, I grab the bottle of whiskey I was drinking.
It’s good, though I’m betting expensive since it was locked in a glass box.
“Call this payment for my gas.” I shrug as I walk to the door. Guards step into my path, aiming their guns at me. I touch the top of the closest one and push it away. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’ll die before you pull the trigger.”
“If it wasn’t you, then maybe you can help us,” Neo says, and I glance over my shoulder to see him on his feet. He nods at his people, and they lower their guns. “You take contracts, don’t you? We pay well. Help us get my brother back and you’ll be richer than you could ever imagine.”
It pisses me off that they think they can buy me so easily.
I mean, he’s not wrong, but it’s the principle.
“No thanks,” I reply, toasting him with the bottle.
“You couldn’t pay me enough to get involved in your shit.
Word of advice—deal with my issue before getting your brother or there won’t be a place in this world where you can hide from me.
See you.” I barge through their guards and into the foyer.
The man I knocked out is sitting on the bottom step with a towel around his waist, and when he sees me, he falls back with a yelp.
“Sorry about that,” I tell him before I wave at the others and walk out the front door. They let me go, which is smart of them.