I knew this would happen. That my luck would run out. That they’d puttwo and two together and find out what I’m doing. My first sign should have been Missy confused to see me. They always know when I’m doing a job. She must have called Adam, and that’s why he was calling me.
“Speak, motherfucker.” I stomp my red-bottomed heel between his legs, pressing down on his balls.
“Fuucckkkk.” He arches his back and spit flies from his mouth. “I…I wasn’t going to hurt you,” he cries.
“Then what the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, adding a twisting motion to the pressure.
He fists his hands and gasps in a breath. “Delivering you…”
“Delivering me to where?”
“Cathedral.”
Fuck. I remove my heel, crouch down, and yank his cell from his pocket. I go to his texts, and my stomach drops at what I read.
I fall down onto the bench at the end of the bed. Pointing the gun at his head, I pull the trigger.
KASHTON
I stand down in the basement with my brothers and Hooke. The sorry bastard we took from Blackout—Maxwell—lies naked and curled up in a ball on the floor. A couple of days with no food or water has given him time to reflect on his life choices.
“Where the fuck is she?” Hooke asks, running a hand down his face.
I’ve never been one of the guys who tortures others. I leave that to Saint and Haidyn. I have a problem when it comes to getting information out of people. I end up just killing them. Like this fucker. If I was Hooke, I’d shoot him right between the eyes, but that defeats the purpose of getting the information he needs.
“She’s…gone,” he chokes out.
“Is she dead?” Haidyn demands.
“I don’t know.” The guy sits up, cradling his broken arm to his chest. “I did my job?—”
“Which is?” Hooke interrupts him.
“Clients send me information on potential dolls, and I investigate.”
“Investigate?” Saint snorts.
“You stalk them,” I clarify. “Learn their routine. See who they are and who they know. You decide if they’re worth taking.”
I learned so much about Eve when I was following her. It told me everything I needed to know—she was alone and vulnerable. That thought makes me smile. My angel is a lot of things, but she’s not helpless.
“So you chose Hailey to be a doll?” Hooke begins to pace. “Who wanted her?”
“You don’t understand,” the guy wails. “She was never taken. She was in on it.”
Hooke rushes over to him and kicks the guy in the face. It knocks him to the ground, and Hooke shouts, “Quit fucking lying. She would never help you.”
He cries and rolls over to his side. “She…was a recruiter.”
“I don’t believe you.” Hooke spits at him. “She has a younger sister.”
Haidyn looks at me, and I rub the back of my neck when he starts walking my way. I know exactly what he’s going to say. “Evan was going to make Eve a recruiter.”
I nod.
“It’s not like this is the first time we’ve heard of this,” Saint adds. “Ashtyn’s mother and Luke were helping recruit for Isabella while framing Adam. We just didn’t find this out until recently.”
“Your point?” Hooke barks.
