Which would also make Roger insane for loving him, but wasn’t that just so fitting?
A monster and his demented beauty.
“I think…” Mickey swallowed awkwardly. “I think if I could ever love someone… then I would love you too.”
“Oh, Mickey.” Roger sighed happily. “Really?”
“You’re mine.” Mickey grabbed Roger’s ass, and he could feel the lingering heat from where he’d spanked him. “Always.”
“Always,” Roger agreed.
They drifted off to sleep, and Mickey slept quite soundly until there was a firm knock at the door.
He jerked awake, instinctively grabbing for a weapon. The first thing he got a hold of was the unicorn lamp on the bedside table, and he squinted against the light of the open door as he strained to make out who it was.
“They found Thirdsies.” It was Cold. He was wearing a dark blue silk robe, and he looked tired.
“Yeah?” Roger sat up, wide awake now and grinning. “That’s fuckin’ great! He’s okay?”
“More or less.”
Mickey set down the lamp and clicked it on, surprised he hadn’t ripped the cord out of the wall. He scrubbed at his face. “Where was he?”
“The cops picked him up,” Cold replied. “Held him for questioning. When they were done, they dumped him off on the streets. Jerry and Valdemar found him hiding in a dumpster near Slick Rick’s.”
“Shit.” Mickey grimaced. “He give up anything?”
“He told them he saw me and Rufus leaving the warehouse with Marco in less than stellar condition.”
“Shit.”
“A problem for another day,” Cold said shortly. “They shouldn’t find Marco’s body for some time, and for now he will be a missing person. We have much more pressing concerns.”
“My face on the news?” Mickey ventured.
“Funny you mention that.” Cold smirked. “Not a single witness was able to give a description of you or Roger. Not even your flashy little car. Your reputation as the Shadow precedes you.”
“Really?” Mickey blinked.
“What?” Roger laughed. “They all find out he’s a mob hitman and nobody wants to narc?”
“Considering the carnage we left in our wake, it’s not too surprising.” Cold smirked. “But no, that’s not it. I need you both to get up and get dressed now.”
“What is it, Boss?”
“Cristian called. He wants to meet. It’s time to end this, once and for all.”
Chapter 23
The Wynne Hotel was a grand old building and run by very loyal staff. Cold knew most of them, as usual, and the hotel was owned by none other than Alistair Star. That certainly explained how Cold was able to get rooms for everyone on such short notice last night.
It also explained why he was able to gain access to one of their exclusive penthouse suites with just a phone call so the Gentlemen could meet.
Cold insisted on a limo to drive them over there, although he decided against a police escort for this trip.
Too much heat, he’d said.
In fresh suits and ready for action, they left Alistair’s house with Jerry at the wheel of the limo. Even Crybaby came along, weak as she was, because she absolutely refused to be left behind this time. Cold allowed it, but he insisted on her using a wheelchair so as not to strain herself.
