Chapter 27
I sneer and kick Andres in the ribs. “Die.” Another kick. “You stupid.” And another kick. “Motherfucker.”
Beside me, Alex sighs. “He is dead, you weirdo.”
“Not enough,” I hiss, and stare at a very-unalive Andres at my feet.
His gangly frame is twisted in a very awkward position from my brief assault on him, and his face is starting to turn grey – almost ashen.
Our initial kill-order and plan had changed when, upon entering Imperia, Solo had called and informed me that he’d seen Andres entering the restrooms on the ground floor.
When my crew and I found him in there, the asshole peed his pants, then tried locking himself in one of the stalls.
And, when I didn’t let him do that, he called me a “stupid
bitch” and threatened to end me.
Big mistake.
I was going to make him bleed, but Jayce beat me to it and choked the fucker until he was dead.
“You should have let me cut him open,” I tell Jayce, who is fixing the lapels of his grey suit jacket in one of the restroom’s mirrors, but stops and narrows his eyes at me.
“And turn this room into a butcher shop?” he states. “No, thanks.”
I ground my teeth. “It’s what he deserved,” I argue.
“For calling you a bitch?”
“Among other things.”
Jayce sighs. “Look…” He faces me fully. “Chase was generous enough to grant us and Solo an open ground for our kills tonight, and Waleed’s influence can only keep things under wraps to a certain extent.
I understand that bringing these bastards pain is fun, and I fucking love watching you deliver justice, but if we can avoid that for once – especially tonight, when we still have 2 more kills to perform – then we should definitely give it a shot, don’t you think? ”
I scowl and cross my arms across my chest. “Nope,” I say.
Jayce’s mouth quirks up as he fights a smile. “Asshole.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, thank you.”
I roll my eyes, and Alex chuckles at Jayce and I. “Real
Housewives could never.” He then walks over to Jayce, rises to kiss him on the lips, and places an elbow on his shoulder before looking at me.
“Jayce is right, though,” he tells me. “Let’s just be quick and neat, and leave before some random elite sees us and creates a situation of panic in the building. Because escaping that would be a mess, but leaving with our hands clean and the job done – it doesn’t sound so bad, now does it?”
I glance at the cyan suit he’s wearing. “You just don’t want any blood on this…” I vaguely gesture at him. “Do you?”
He arches a brow. “So what if I don’t? It’s a Tom Ford original, okay? Cost me a shit ton.”
“Focus, boys,” Varsha says as she walks over to us. The knee-length red dress she’s wearing complements her golden skin perfectly, and her short hair is parted sideways, which makes her appear classically elegant.
She casually places a heeled foot on top of Andres’s stomach and waves a phone in front of her. “I’ve just texted Tomas from Andres’s cell, asking him to meet here.”
“Did he reply?” I ask.
Varsha nods, then glances at the phone before reading, “Be there in 30. Should I bring Rizwana?”
“I’m pretty sure he thinks Andres wants to discuss their latest shipment of girls that Waleed has already interjected,” Alex provides.
“Highly likely, but it seems that he’s unaware of the shipment’s outcome, or of the fact that the girls are in the process of being sent back to their respective homes,” Jayce answers, then looks at me. “How do we respond to Tomas’s text, though?”
I work my jaw as I think things through.
“We can’t stay in the same room for too long,” I start by saying.
“There’s a strong chance someone might come in here and find us out.
Because Varsha has already asked Tomas to meet “Andres” here, let’s just deal with him ASAP, then move around a bit before we finish off Rizwana.
” I jerk my head towards the phone in Varsha’s hand.
“Tell him not to bring Rizwana. Tell him it’s something only the two of them need to discuss. ”
She nods and begins typing.
“What about the body?” questions Jayce.
I pull my phone out and shoot Eddie a quick message. He’s on the guest list, thankfully, so the crew and I have one less thing to worry about.
Me: Send cleanup at the ground floor restroom.
Eddie: Any blood?
The universe is out to get me, it seems.
Me: No. Just the body.
Eddie: Team’ll be there in 10. Northwest kitchen entry open?
Me: Yup. Solo made sure of it.
Eddie: Perfect.
I slide my phone back into my pocket. “Cleanup will be here in a bit,” I tell my crew. “One of us should stay back in case there’s an unexpected hiccup. The rest of us can scatter, then meet back here once the cleanup is done with.”
“I’ll stay,” Varsha offers. “It’ll be fun to watch the team work their magic.”
“You sure?” I ask.
She nods. “Absolutely.”
I give her arm a squeeze, then lead Jayce and Alex out of the restroom.
“Text if you need help,” I tell Jayce, then look at Alex. “Don’t distract him too much.”
The latter rolls his eyes. “As if.”
The three of us nod at each other, and I watch as Alex all but drags Jayce towards the empty dining room.
I chuckle and turn around, and am about to take a step forward, but stop when I see a flash of silver before me.
I look up, and see a familiar head of pink hair. Her back is to me, and it seems as though she’s searching for something. Even in the slightly dim hallway, her well-fitted dress glimmers against her enticing body, resulting in my cock to twitch.
“Where the fuck are you?” she mutters, and continues to look around.
I smirk, intrigued by her evident frustration, and start erasing the distance between us by making my way over to her.