“Shut it,” Number One says, but I shake my head.
“No, by all means, keep talking. Who else is here?”
But Number Two closes his mouth.
Mateo likes to use fire when torturing, so he grabs the blowtorch, turns it on, and goes to town on Number One’s back.
“That’s what you’ll get if you don’t talk,” I say conversationally. “Who else is in our city?”
“Everyone,” Number Two says with a shaky voice. “The whole army.”
“Rizzo?” Julian asks.
“Shut. Up,” Number One groans through the pain.
“They’re going to kill us anyway,” Number Two says.
“He’s smart,” Julian says, nodding. “I like him. He’s also a pussy and a piece of shit, but I like him. Is Rizzo here?”
“Yeah.” Number Two licks his lips. “Found the girl.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
“Had an inside contact,” he continues, and I gnash my teeth.
One of my own is a traitor.
“Gonna snatch her up.”
I look at Mateo, whose black eyes narrow menacingly.
I don’t know what was said between the man and my firefly the other day, but I can see the shift in how he feels about her.
And right now, he’s fucking pissed.
We all are. The room around us pulses with fury, and we’re about to take it out on these two.
“I’m calling the men now,” Luke says, reading my mind.
“Get them home,” I growl and turn back to Number Two. “When are they making the grab?”
“Time is it?” he asks.
“Just after one,” Julian replies.
“Should already be done.”
I whirl around to find Luke, and when my eyes land on his, I know.
Fuck.
I’m about to burn my city to the motherfucking ground.
Fifty-Four
LULU
“Okay, this is the best day ever,” I say as Scarlett and I leave Dior, headed for Chanel. “I only feel a little guilty for spending more than ten grand in there.”
