They should probably do that.
"Do one last job, they said. It'll be fun, they said,” Chuck muttered.
"Stop losing your mind," the first man said. He sounded older. Old enough to know better, but apparently desperate enough to try.
Those were the worst. Desperation made people dangerous. I'd seen it plenty of times before.
Once in a while, I went out with one of my guys to deal with someone who put a toe out of line. I'd seen people on their knees begging for mercy, ready to throw anyone under the bus if it got them out of trouble. At times like that, everyone was fair game. Even their own mothers.
"I'm just saying is all," Chuck said. "You know I trust you, Tony."
They both laughed.
Clearly, neither one of them trusted the other.
Funny, I didn't trust either of them either. If I had a knife, I might stab both of them in the groin. Right now.
Ice would be disappointed to miss the opportunity to play around with them. But he'd get over it.
That reminded me, had Chelsea noticed I was missing yet? The moment she did, she'd be calling my guys.
I hoped like hell they got here before Chuck and Tony's employer did.
That, or I managed to find my way out. All I needed was the right opportunity. A turned back. An open door. A handy knife to cut the zip ties off my wrists and ankles. Something.
I wasn't going to despair. An opportunity would arise. It always did.
I just had to wait for it and grab it.
SIX
ICE
"Did one of you fuckers kidnap Kennedy?" Hands in my pockets, I strode into the kitchen.
Mannix and Ares, were in the middle of eating lunch. Both stopped with sandwiches halfway to their mouths and stared at me.
"What now?" Manix demanded.
Slowly and patiently, I repeated the question. Although, the fact they were standing in front of me answered it anyway.
Fuck.
Mannix threw his sandwich down on his plate. "Where is she?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be asking either of you." Someone was going to get themselves stabbed. Not these guys. Mannix was my boyfriend and Ares was my brother. I didn't have cause to stab them. Mostly.
No, whoever took our woman was going to regret the day they were born. Three lifetimes ago.
"Wasn't she supposed to be buying her dress?" Ares squinted at me.
"She was, but when Chelsea was getting changed, someone took her." I managed to keep my voice even in spite of the fact Iwas bubbling with rage on the inside. If they touched a hair on her head, they'd lose their hands. After they lost their fingernails one by one and then their fingers. And their toes. And their eyelids. And… I could go on.
In short, being them would suck.
"Fuck." Ares slammed his sandwich down hard enough to make the plate jump and clatter across the countertop."Someone has a death wish."
"My words exactly," I agreed. "I’m happy to deal out that death to them, but we need to find her first. Chelsea said she only saw a dark car pulling away from the curb."
