Glancing over my shoulder, I grinned at my brothers. “Ready?”
“Not going to find much else here,” Flir said. “I checked the bedroom. Zero out of ten recommend going in that bathroom.”
We all laughed at that and stepped out into the hallway, manhandling Boscoe between us. We’d made it almost to the elevator when a woman stepped off and froze like a deer inheadlights. She blinked at us, her eye make-up smudged and lipstick nearly wiped completely off. She was in a tube top and a skirt short enough we could almost see her pussy. It wasn’t hard to guess that she was a prostitute.
“What’s your going rate?” I asked.
She blinked at me again. “For the special?”
“Sure whatever.”
“Hundred bucks,” she said, her brown eyes glittering.
That was enough to tell me that was at least double her rate, but I didn’t give a shit. My brothers shoved Boscoe into the elevator as I took my wallet out and handed her five twenties. “For your silence.”
She clutched the money to her chest and nodded. “People round here mind their own business,” she said, a bit reluctantly. She wanted that money, but felt obligated to let me know I didn’t need to pay to keep her quiet.
That admission made me feel sorry for her. But I wasn’t a fucking savior and I already had one woman I was working on rescuing. “Keep it anyway,” I told her, then I stepped onto the elevator.
Kilo moved his hand off the doors so they closed. No one else even shot us a glance as we dragged Boscoe out to Rhino’s car and stuffed him in the trunk.
We’d brought our own cage as well as some of the bikes, so I wasn’t going to have to leave my motorcycle here, thankfully. “Follow me,” I told them.
Bolo got into the cage we’d brought and the rest got on their bikes and pulled out after me. I grinned as I took the highway and headed out of town. Relay was sick of the same old torture routine? Then we’d try things a bit differently this time.
“Boscoe Williams,”Glitch said as I watched Kilo shove the man into a patch of cholla.
My brothers laughed as Boscoe stuck to it like it was a pin cushion. Boscoe let out a moan of pain. Those fucking cholla were no joke. It was like throwing a man onto a pin cushion made of fishhooks. Nasty, barbed, fishhooks. Fuckers didn’t let go easily.
“Give me a quick rundown then email me over the rest, G,” I requested.
“Thirty-eight, born fucking loser, works for some prick named Carrick,” Glitch told me, reading off Boscoe’s information.
“Anything shady?”
“Oh yeah,” he said with a laugh. “Looks like nothing Carrick is involved in is on the up and up.”
“Perfect. Anything they’d kill for?”
“Drugs. So yeah. Drugs, extortion, you name it, this guy deals in it. Boscoe, Glenn, and someone named Frederick are Carrick’s right hands. They help run this shit as far as I can tell.”
“Thanks, Glitch,” I said. “Send me the rest and I’ll let you know what we need next.”
“Anytime, Bro. Talk to you later.”
I ended the call and watched as the tension slowly leeched out of Relay’s shoulders. “Better?” I asked him.
“Much.”
“You can drag him behind the car,” I suggested.
“Bury him up to his neck,” Kilo added.
“Should have brought honey. The fire ants would get a kick out of that,” Bolo said in a mournful tone. “Missed an opportunity there.”
“All sorts of shit you can do to him out here,” I said, slapping Relay on the shoulder. “In fact, it’s better you didn’t bring the honey. You don’t want to do everything at once. Otherwise you’ll get bored like you did with the chair.”
“Good point. I’m gonna start with the car for now,” he said with a malicious grin.
