“Break time’s over. Get out.” Usually his size and appearance were enough to get results without having to get physical. When they didn’t move, he repeated himself in Russian. Then they scurried out with no argument.
Chains sat down on the swivelling chair of the main desk, lifting up both legs to get comfortable. What was so damn important that El Diablo would go on this goose chase? The final file should be here, in this specific trailer. Chains pulled open the top drawer and saw an envelope marked “Top Secret”. He grabbed it out and tore off the seal. He wanted to know exactly what the fuck was going on around here. He slid out the paperwork and examined it.
Interesting.
Boss was skilled at finding the slightest weakness to use against a person, and it appeared that even the Colombian devil had an Achilles’ heel.
He waited, leaning back in the chair, wishing he could be heading back to the cottage. Anyone who hurt his woman would suffer severely. It wasn’t much longer when he heard the handle rattle. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the doorway, his arm crossed over his chest as he palmed a second.
The moment El Diablo’s head popped into the trailer, he had instant recognition. They’d spent quite a bit of time together last time Boss had him tail the hitman. He’d do just about anything for money or pussy, and it surprised him he had this sensitive spot to exploit. It was probably why he had had pity on Lori.
He released the handle of the second gun, still aiming the first, then wagged the envelope in the air. Xavier immediately slipped inside, slamming the door shut behind him.
“That’s not for you, big boy. Hand it over.”
Chains smiled. “I’ve already read it.”
Xavier licked his lips, his dark eyes unreadable. “What do you want?”
“All I care about right now is my woman.”
He nodded. “Oh, I get it. This is about that girl I set free from your makeshift prison. You’re a real piece of work, buddy.”
Chains sat up straight, bringing his legs down. “Listen, it’s not what you think. She came back to me. I’m going to marry that woman.”
“I think both of you need some counseling.”
“I have something you want, but you’re not getting it so easily,” said Chains.
“I can shoot you right now and take it.”
He smirked. “I’d love to see you try.” He opened his jacket, revealing his one-man arsenal.
“Tell me what you want.”
“The reason you’re here. The reason this exists.” He shook the file in the air. “It’s all because Boss wants you working for Killer of Kings. Consider this his recruitment.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“You can choose to walk out the door, but you don’t get the information, and Boss won’t be all too happy.”
“And that’s it?”
Chains exhaled. How much should he tell this fucker? He cared enough to release Lori in the first place, and after reading the paperwork, he knew the devil had a heart. “Boss won’t let me leave until you agree to sign on. I need to leave.”
“Hot date?” Xavier winked.
“Someone I pissed off is heading to my cottage right now, looking for revenge. Considering my woman’s there alone, I’m real motivated to get this shit moving along.”
“She locked in the basement again?”
“Fuck off, Xavier.”
“El Diablo to you,” he said. “I have nothing to do. How about we take a ride, and then I’ll come talk to your Boss.”
“Don’t play games with me. You’re going to work for Killer of Kings?”
“I’ve seen your place, so I know they pay well. What can it hurt, right? Consider our road trip a way to put water under the bridge.”