Sinful Hands (Chained Hearts Duet 3)

Sergio stops again and looks to me. “I don’t think you want my answer to that, sir.”

“Tell me…there’ll be no repercussions for you,” I say with honesty.

He takes a deep breath before he speaks again, “I think you should do what you were meant to and move on. She isn’t worth it. She’ll be considered a weak link. You don’t have any of those, aside from your mother. But even then, I feel like you would raise hell for Chanel—”

“Hell’s already awake.” I smile at him and take another sip. “Carry on.” I nod to the mess he’s cleaning.

He focuses on his task, leaving me stewing in my own thoughts.

“Tell me you didn’t,” Keir says the next day as he steps into my office.

“I didn’t,” I reply, having no idea what he’s talking about.

“When you request a clean-up crew, they tell me about it. You understand that, correct?” His face is hard. He’s pissed off, and his emotions are showing with his sweeping arm gestures. “And have you dealt with Romarc’s men, yet? I left that to you, Lucas. Do not disappoint me.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Just deal with it.” Keir turns away, walking to the door. “I’m sure you have some steam to release. So, fucking release it.” He leaves my office in a huff, and Sergio enters along with a few of my men.

“It’s time we go and blow some shit up.” I stand, and they all look at me and smile.

“Yes, sir.”

They weren’t hard to find, nothing stupid ever is. Romarc ran a good business, and at one stage, we had him on our side. Then he decided to get cocky, and Keir decided he no longer needed to breathe. So here we stand in front of three men, all on their knees, hands tied behind their backs, as they stare up at us.

“I saw this thing in a movie once…” I stride over to the workbench, spot the drill, and pick it up, “… where they used this. Can anyone guess where and what for?” I ask them, smiling like it’s some sort of quiz show and that some lucky shmuck might actually get the answer and a prize.

“That’s sick,” one of them mutters.

“Wrong.” I shoot him in the leg with the gun held in my other hand. I point the gun at the man next to him and wait for him to answer, “Time’s ticking,” I say, smiling.

“The mouth.”

“Ding, ding. I thought when I saw it, why on earth haven’t I done that before?” I shake my head. “Imagine the drill spinning at full speed in the mouth? Can you just imagine the pain and the fixation someone would have with watching that? Goddamn, why haven’t I thought of it before?”

“She made us.”

Now those words have me pausing the drill to look at the last man in line. I step over to him and drop down into a crouch in front of him.

“Who made you do what?” I ask.

“Angela,” he responds, looking about ready to piss himself.

I look over my shoulder to Sergio, and he merely shrugs.

“You’ll have to elaborate on this, my man.” I tap his shoulder, and he looks to where my hand is, then to my eyes.

“Romarc’s wife. She wants payback and has taken over his drug running. She wants your boss to pay for killing him.”

Standing up, I pull out my cell and call Keir—he answers straight away.

“You’ll never guess why they’re causing trouble in my part of town,” I say to Keir, happier than ever.

“Lucas,” he warns.

“Because of you.”

He’s quiet on the other end.

“You fucked his wife, didn’t you?” I bite out at him.

“No, she sucked my cock.” I hear Sailor gasp and then the cell goes silent for a moment before he comes back. “Pretty sure she sucked your cock too,” he adds. “Find her, kill her.”

“You sure you don’t want one last go at her?”

“You really fucking have issues, Lucas.” He hangs up on me.

“Seems our time has come to an end, gentlemen. Thank you for your assistance. I would say it’s been a blast, but it really hasn’t.” I turn and walk out, and the last thing I hear are their screams before the sound of a bullet meets each of their heads.

I wonder what I’ll have for dinner tonight.

Pasta?

Pizza?

Maybe something sweet.

Maybe her.

24

Chanel

“Are you going to talk to me yet?” Merci asks from my door.

“Probably not,” I answer.

“Well, I need to know why you came home covered in blood. Brody is worried.”

“I’m sure you helped him with his concerns,” I snap.

“That was cruel.” She shakes her head and goes to step away.

“I’m sorry. It’s all just been so much,” I tell her honestly.

“Whose blood?” she asks.

“I can’t tell you.” And I won’t because the fewer people who know anything, the better.