11. CHAPTER 11
11
IVAN
Leaving Tyler’s office, I can’t help but chuckle to myself. I love the confusion my behavior brings out in him. He’s a thread that I want to keep pulling until it unravels into a knotted mess. Then I can pick him apart, piece by piece. Stepping outside into the freezing cold, my phone blares, and I answer it straight away, ready for the bitching.
“Where the fuck are you? We’re ready to go in,” Jules shouts down the phone. He really needs to chill out.
“I’m on my way over to you now. Had to stop somewhere first.”
“Lev and D will kill you if we screw this up because you’re fucking around, Ivan.”
“I ain’t fucking around, and you need to watch your tone, Jules. I said I’d be there, and I will.”
I end the call before he has a chance to respond. It only takes me a ten minute cab ride to reach the property where the Carlos traitors are hanging out. I spot Simon and Jules just down the road from the property in their large blacked out truck. Subtle.
The back door of the vehicle swings open, and I jump inside next to Simon. The warmth of the car envelops me after being in the cold, the tension eases in my muscles, a soothing sensation transitioning from discomfort to relief as my skin warms.
“Where were you?” Simon asks from beside me.
“Keeping an eye on our architect.”
Jules groans from the front seat and turns to face me.
“What did you do to him?” Jules asks, his eyebrow raised in question.
“Nothing. Just talked.”
“Okay. So what do you plan on doing to him?” Si asks.
“Everything my mind can think of,” I say as I rub my chin, thoughts running through my mind of how beautiful Tyler would look bound and at my mercy.
“That sounds like a horror show,” Jules says, and I laugh.
“Depends on what you define as horror.”
“Poor guy. Maybe I should warn the poor fucker,” Simon says, and I spin to face him.
“You stay away from him, and no fucking gossiping to D. I won’t react well to anyone meddling.” Simon raises his hands in defeat.
“Nothing to do with me. As long as it doesn’t come back on us, I don’t give a fuck,” Simon says.
“Just try not to hurt him until after he’s finished the project,” Jules says.
“I can’t make any promises. Now, where is my bag?”
“In the trunk,” Jules says.
“What do you keep in that thing?” Simon asks.
“My babies.”
“He means his fucked up torture devices,” Jules says.
“You two talk too much. Are we going in to get these fuckers or what?” I say, impatient to get this shit going. I have a lot of energy I need to get out of my system.
“Just a heads up, while we were waiting for you, Dima called to say that the brother is not here. He’s moved to another location, so it’s just the two guards,” Jules says.
That means more fun for me interrogating them on his whereabouts. Nice.
“Si, you got the syringes ready?” Jules asks as he pulls out onto the road and parks up outside the small property where our victims are hiding.
“Yep, I just need you two to get a hold of the guys so I can administer the sedative. We need to be in and out quickly so nobody sees us,” Si says.
“Don't worry about that. We just need to hold them up as we walk out. They’ll just look like a couple of drunks like most of the fuckers around here are,” I say, confident this will be easy.
“Good. We ready?” Jules asks, and we both nod in agreement.
“Let's go,” Jules says, and we all jump out of the car, ready to get this shit done.