Twenty-Four
Linc
“If you need to talk about it, then Bane will probably listen. He’s more sensitive since his cock is owned and he’s got a kid,” Luther said, leaning back against the wall with a cigar clamped between his teeth.
“There is nothing to talk about,” I snapped, wiping the blood on my knife off on the shirt of the asshole who smelled like he had shit himself as he held a hand over his ear and moaned from the pain of losing half of it.
“No, of course not. You just found out you have a wife and a daughter, and they’re now both living in the house with us. Not one damn thing to talk about. I’m sure you’re handling it fine. I mean, I would be, but then I’d also be back at the house, waiting for the smokeshow you accidentally married to head out to the pool in one of those little bikinis of hers. They’re my favorite part about this.”
I shot him a warning look. “Don’t,” I snarled.
He cackled with laughter. “Yep. Nothing to talk about. You’re fucking peachy.”
Using the knife in my hand, I pointed toward the bedroom of the apartment we were in. “Could you possibly go make yourself useful and help Locke?”
The disgust on his face as he looked around at the filth this man lived in told me that, no, he would not go help Locke. “Do you smell this place? I don’t want to touch anything.” He pushed off the wall, straightening, and took the cigar from his mouth. “Why do you think I lit this up? I’m trying to kill the stench.”
“That’s not going to work. He shit his pants,” I told him and headed over to the bedroom door to see if Locke had found the key yet.
He had taken out three dresser drawers and dumped them on the floor, flipped the mattress and sliced it open. Boxes had been tossed everywhere, and he was currently standing on a chair.
“Any luck?” I asked.
He glanced over at me. “No, but I should have looked here first. He had it hidden behind a poster. Took me a minute to think about the fact that the poster was in an odd location. Ripped it down, and here we are.”
I waited while he stuck the flat head screwdriver under the edge and popped the vent cover off. Reaching up, he pulled out a bag of white powder, then stuck it back. We weren’t here for cocaine. He felt around some more, and then the corner of his mouth curled as he pulled out a single key.
“Think we got it,” he said, then tossed it to me.
“I’ll call Bane. He can take Luther with him to check the warehouse and see if this is it while we stay here with Moe.”
Locke jumped down and dusted off his hands on his jeans. “I’m gonna need to take a shower with fucking bleach after this. The fucker is nasty.”
“He shit again!” Luther called from the other room. “Can’t we just kill him and leave?”
Locke smirked as I shook my head, then pressed Bane’s number.
“Locke found a key in the bedroom vent. Come get it and go test it. If it works, we will end this here and meet you there. Oh, and I’m sending Luther with you. I’m tired of him bitching about the smell.”
“Five minutes away,” he replied. “Send him out with the key.”
“Yeah.” I ended the call, sliding my phone back into my pocket.
Locke glanced past me and into the other room. “If he shit, can I just stay in here?”
Jesus, they could kill a man and then go have a drink and watch tits and ass dance on a pole, but they couldn’t handle filth and the scent of shit.
“Go on outside and keep an eye on things. If the fuckers he’s working with think we might be onto them, we could have company.”
Locke looked relieved. “On it.”
Luther was glowering at Moe, the idiot who had been hired by Marsha Conway’s people to get photos of Governor Baskin fucking a stripper, along with video for another grand.
Jericho Baskin was in office because we had put him there. Marsha Conway was some uptight bitch who was intent on running against him. She was already playing dirty. Once this was cleared up, we would have to pay her a visit and make sure this was the last time she pulled this shit.
If Baskin could keep his dick in his pants, that would be helpful, too, but the man liked to fuck college coeds, and we’d been covering up his tracks for years. In return, when we needed someone to look the other way, he made sure it happened. This was by far the most inconvenient instance because this place was disgusting. We’d all need bleach after.
“Here’s a key. Take it out to Bane, who is almost here. Y’all are going to test it.”
“Thank fuck,” Luther said in relief as he moved to take it.
I turned back to Moe, slid the knife into my back pocket, and crossed my arms over my chest. The other two men could not get out of here fast enough.
I waited until the door closed behind them before speaking. “I got shit to do, Moe. You’re wasting my time. If that key isn’t the right one, it’ll be your balls that come off next.”
His eyes were red-rimmed as his bottom lip trembled. “They’ll kill me,” he whispered like there was someone other than me who could hear him.
“Moe, I’m gonna kill you. That’s a given. But what we are wagering on here is how I’m gonna kill you. It can be fast and painless. Or I can drag it out for days. Endless torture,” I told him. “You ever been around pigs, Moe?”
He shook his head as he began to let out a low whimper.
“Funny thing, those pigs,” I went on, taking the one cigarette I’d brought with me out of my pocket and sticking it between my lips. Pulling the lighter out next, I lit it up and inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine seep in. “Pigs are indiscriminate eaters. They will eat anything you put in front of them. In fact, they won’t just eat a human body; they will eat all of it. Bones, teeth, and soft tissue. Until there is nothing left.”
He began to sob as I took another drag, watching him.
No one would miss him. He was a junkie who was gonna eventually die in this filth with a needle up his arm. The cocaine was the least of the drugs Locke had found here. It also seemed he’d put hidden cameras in public restrooms to watch women go to the toilet. Shitting was apparently the twisted fuck’s thing because he had more videos of that than the other.
“I got a whole pen full of pigs, Moe.”
“It’s the key,” he wailed loudly.
Good.
“And are all the copies in there?” I asked.
Although the stripper who had fucked the governor had already sworn those were the only copies, I wanted to double-check. She knew her life was on the line. Baskin had been too damn easy to set up. I was going to start sending him vetted girls who I knew weren’t working for someone else.
He nodded. “All except the one in there.”
I tensed. “In where?”
“My-my video collection. They don’t know I took a copy. I liked to watch it though.”
I pointed at the restroom videos. “With those?”
He nodded. “Yeah. It’s labeled Gov .”
I walked over to the stacks of DVDs and found the one labeled Gov and held it up.
“Yeah.”
“You know, there is a better way to store and watch videos. It’s 2025.”
My phone rang, and I pulled it out, then hit Answer.
“We are inside,” Bane said into the phone.
“Is it all there?” I asked.
“Yep, and then some. Seems the governor wasn’t the only one they were getting shit on. We are loading it all up now.”
“All right. Take everything,” I told him, then glanced over at Moe.
The sound of Locke’s shout snapped my attention toward the window.
“Who’s here, Moe?” I asked him, snatching the Glock from my waist and stalking to the door.
“I-i-it’s Kedar and Rebel,” he stuttered out. “They wired the place,” he added frantically. “I couldn’t tell you, or they’d hear me.”
“Fuck!” I snarled, pointing the gun at Moe and giving him the easy death because the dude was pathetic. His life had been torture enough.
His body went limp, and I headed for the back door. I should have had two men out there, not just one. Moving fast and silently, I exited the house and listened as I made my way around to the side. Other than Locke’s shout and one gunshot from a silencer, I heard nothing else.
Footsteps, crunching in the grass, were coming in this direction. Pressing my back against the wall, I inched closer to the edge.
“It’s me.” Locke’s voice sounded off.
Lowering the gun, I turned the corner. Locke was wrapping the bottom part of his shirt that he’d ripped off around his arm. Blood was all down his side. He’d been shot.
“Where are they?” I asked.
“Dead,” he replied. “Here, tie this for me. I can’t get it.”
Shoving my Glock back into its holster, I tied the fabric around the gunshot wound. “How bad is it?”
“Grazed me. Just bleeding like a bitch,” he grunted, sounding more pissed than anything.
The black Escalade pulled into the drive.
“Did we get it?” he asked, squinting against the sun.
“Yeah. They got it, and I have the copy Moe stole in my back pocket.”
Bane, Luther, and Oz climbed out of the vehicle.
“You good?” Bane asked Locke, his gaze dropping to his arm.
“Yeah.”
“I take it, they’re all dead?” Luther said, still smoking that damn cigar.
Locke looked at me. “You kill the shitter?”
“Yeah. They’re all dead.”
“I’ll call Forge and Than, tell them to meet us here with the farm truck,” Bane said.
I was done with this fucking day. I wanted a hot shower and something to eat. We’d been tracking these fuckers for two days. I was exhausted.
“You got a preference on what we do with the bodies?” Bane asked me.
“I didn’t buy the pigs because I like bacon,” I replied and headed toward my truck.
“Call Gathe,” Locke said. “If he doesn’t get to watch this time, he’s gonna be pissed, and I’m not in the mood for his bitching,”
I shook my head and smirked. The boys were some twisted fucks. Watching the pigs dispose of bodies for us entertained them. Last time we’d done it, they took a keg of beer out there and built a bonfire, then got smashed. When I went out to check on things that evening, they’d added females, and it had become a goddamn fuckfest.
On that note, my strides got longer as I thought about going home. Sure, I was looking forward to seeing my daughter after having been gone, but I was also looking forward to some plans I had for her momma.
Opening the truck door, I climbed inside, finally free to think about Branwen’s ass up in the air, letting me finger-fuck it. That woman’s body had been made to be licked and fucked. She’d been flushed the next morning when she looked at me. Even acted shy. That had only made my dick hard.
Thinking about sinking myself balls deep into her cunt made my cock throb. I’d have to be careful though. This was to make her addicted to my cock, not for me to get obsessed with her pussy. Condoms would be a must since I intended to still fuck other women. In fact, that was probably what I should do tonight, but I hadn’t fucked her yet, and I had to have that. Feed that need. Then, I’d be over it. I could go have another hot, wet snatch.
I might not be able to eat another one though. Not when I was getting to taste her. But the fucking, I’d be fine.