“How nice of you to join us, pretty boy,” I tell him.
It takes us five hours to get to the drop point to meet with Tiny.
I can’t wait to get home and sleep for a few damn days. I love the guys, I do, but after being cooped up with them so damn much in the past twenty-four hours I need a damn break. Fuckers bicker more than women. Fucking giving me a Goddamned headache.
Cupid backs the van into the air hangar where Tiny has a plane ready to take the girls.
Where are they off to? I have no fucking clue and it is better that I don’t. I already feel lousy enough that three girls lost their lives in the fire and not to mention who know what kind of sick fucks Tiny will sell them too. That’s the problem with having a heart again. I care too damn much. I can’t become invested in their welfare. They are a means to an end. A payment for a debt.
That’s it.
Tiny and his armed goons are waiting by the plane.
We each exit the van and Boogeyman goes to get the girls out.
Reaper and Terror gagged and bound them instead of knocking them out like I initially wanted. I thought it would be easier if I didn’t have to look them in the eyes when I hand them over, but perhaps it is better this way. They could all be Sara and I never want to see the look in her eyes that they all share. Despair. I have seen her with that look once and it nearly killed me. I will die before she ever feels that way again.
Tiny steps forward and examines each girl.
“Seems you found some high-quality girls. Excellent choice on your part. They will bring in a nice bonus. There’s just one problem.”
“Yeah, what’s that.”
“I can only take five of them. Not enough seats on the plane.”
I roll my eyes as his men start loading the girls and cases of moonshine on the plane.
“That’s not my problem. I got you what you wanted. We’re done here.”
“Hades, don’t forget yourself. I can have my men drop them off at a hospital where they can tell authorities all about your club and your operation or you can take them and do with them as you wish. Your choice.” He gives me a salute and boards the plane.
Cocksucker.
I turn around and look at the three girls he left me stuck with. What the fuck am I supposed to do with three girls who have now seen our faces and knows the name of my damn club.
Fuck. I run a hand over the back of my head.
“I have an idea,” Boogeyman speaks up.
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“We need some fresh pussy at the clubhouse and Princess here loves to show off her tits.” He grins and winks at the dark-haired chick he was mouthing at earlier. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he likes her. Boogeyman doesn’t like anyone. Interesting but also not my problem.
“We can’t do that, and you know it.”
He shrugs. “Why not?”
“I can give you a thousand reasons why not!” I snap. “Just put them in the van so I can think.”
Goddamn.
Fuck.
I’d love to kill Tiny Leone.
Sara
Every last box is unpacked and all mine and CT’s stuff is put away.