Locked Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet 2)

“We were good, Romarc,” I say, my gun still in hand as I pull out a seat and sit across from him. “You should’ve known you could never win against me.” Tsking a few times, I smirk at him.

“You fucked my wife,” he says.

I have to think. Who the fuck is his wife?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him, honestly. “I haven’t fucked your wife.”

He spits onto the floor. “You did, you piece of shit.”

“So, because I supposedly fucked your wife, you thought it would be a smart move to what? Go against me?” I ask in disbelief.

“You fucked my wife!” he screams again.

“And you try to fuck anything that walks,” I point out. I remember him hitting on Sailor—I’m not dumb nor blind.

“So I took something from you,” he says, now smirking and baring his teeth.

“Yes, I heard you had Paige. Where is she?” He shakes his head defiantly. “You better tell me, Romarc, or I will go back and fuck your wife again.” Even though I have no idea who the fuck his wife is, I like to threaten to make sure he understands me.

“You don’t even remember her,” he says, shaking his head. “All of this, and you don’t even remember her.”

“Look, I’m sure it was memorable and all that shit....” I stare at him, “… but you better tell me where she is. If you do it now, I will consider giving you an easy death.”

“You won’t, I am not stupid.”

“This is true.” I smile at him. “But I may never fuck your wife again, if that counts for anything?”

“That little slut of yours going to watch again next time?” I look at him, confused. “That brunette with the leg tattoos. You had her watch as you fucked my wife.”

Oh, now I remember.

“I’m only telling you this because I think I should be nice, just a little.” I hold my fingers up showing an infinitesimal amount between my fingers. “I didn’t actually fuck your wife. I had her suck my cock.” I grin, while shaking my head from side to side. “See, not all that bad.”

His face falls.

“Actually, come to think of it, that’s not the first time she has sucked my cock. Got a mouth on her, that woman.” He stands, forgetting about his injury, and slams his hands on the table, leaving a bloody handprint behind. “Could never remember her name, though,” I say. “Now, tell me where she is.”

“No.”

“I could always have her suck my cock right in front of you. How does that sound?”

“Paige is at my wife’s house,” he says, sitting back down dejectedly. “Don’t touch her, she has no idea.”

“Paige will hate her.” Paige hates anyone when it involves me.

“No, my wife and Paige both have a mutual hate. Seems they hate that little brunette as much as they do each other.”

“Stupid bitches,” I grumble, standing. “Romarc, I would say it’s been a pleasure, but it really hasn’t.”

Joey walks back in and I give him a brief glance. When I focus my attention back on Romarc, I shoot him in the shoulder, his injured hand raising to put pressure on it. And then I shoot him in his foot. He falls out of his seat onto the floor, then I do the same with the other foot.

“Enough!” he screams.

But it’s not enough.

“You really sealed the deal when you spoke to her, you know.” His eyes, now full of tears, lock on my face.

“She never shuts up, what am I meant to do?”

“I’m not talking about Paige,” I say and shoot him in the upper thigh. It clicks when he knows I am not talking about Paige. I couldn’t care less, though. The only reasons she’s still alive and breathing is the contract, and the fact she has my child in her stomach. If it weren’t for those two things, I’d have been done with her long ago.

Joey passes me a cigarette as I step out the door, the sound of Romarc’s screams gradually lessening as I close the door behind me, I light it and take a draw. I quit years ago, though occasionally when I drink I like to have one. Right now though, I need one.

Throwing the butt to the front of the café, I watch as the lit end lands on the fuel Joey has poured there and it ignites the accelerate, going in a circle around the building until there is no exit available.

“The worker got out and ran,” Joey informs me.

We hear Romarc’s cry for help. It won’t do any good, no one is here to help him. No one would be stupid enough to help him. Plus, he can’t walk, I’ve made sure of that.

“I think it’s time we go back to the city. Seems I need to pay a visit to someone.”