“Don’t get all cute and sexy right now, Austin Carver. I’m not in the mood.”
He kissed my forehead. “Forgive me. I’ll see you in a bit.”
I waved my hand in the air and stuck my tongue out at him. “’Bye. Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.”
He grinned and walked out the door.
Booker
ILOCKED THE door behind me and nodded to one of my youngest recruits, Train, who was on Danielle watch. Train was nineteen, six-foot-five, and quite possibly the size of a small house. Hence his name. If he hit you, it would be akin to being hit by a freight train. I trusted him with Danielle because Train wouldn’t let anyone past him, and he was wholly loyal to me.
I headed back downstairs, and Johnny met me at the door to the basement. Blush’s basement was sometimes referred to as the “Woodshed,” as it was here that lessons that could only be learned with a switch were dispensed.
Johnny was Blush muscle, but he had no ties to the Dogs, which meant he only knew what I wanted him to know, and it was all under the guise of Blush business.
“Everything okay, boss?” Johnny asked.
I nodded. “You find him?”
“Yeah. He’s in the galley.”
I headed to the last room on the left, stepping inside the long narrow space, and closing the door behind me. Steven Mills. The man who ruined Dani’s life was duct-taped to a chair in the middle of the room, my laptop open on the table beside him, and one of the Dogs’ soldiers, Grizz, keeping guard.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting,” I said, and yanked the tape from his mouth.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Steven demanded.
He didn’t seem afraid which interested me. I smiled slowly and leaned against the table. “I want to know where the money is.”
“And what money would that be?”
I chuckled. “The money you’ve been stealing from unsuspecting women for the last twelve years.”
Steven grinned. “There’s only been one.”
“No,” I corrected. “There’s only been one where you’ve been caught. I have uncovered eight others.”
