“No, I’m self-taught.” I flex my biceps so he can get a good look at the muscles there. I mean, they’re mostly there with the right shading and shadows. He reaches out and squeezes.
“Yeah, nice, man.”
“You wanna learn how to hit someone with a bat and not kill them? I can teach you. It’s all about swinging with your core, you know?” I say as I grab onto the cart and wheel it toward the exit. “Shall we talk to the other victims…I mean, guests? They’ve been waiting so patiently.”
Kit peers back at me and nods. “Yeah. They have. And Anthony doesn’t seem like he likes to wait for things.”
“He doesn’t, not when it interrupts his time with Tatum. He gets very grumpy when he can’t fuck him all the time.” I waggle my eyebrows as he comes up next to me. “Would you like to try any of the tools?”
Kit is silent as I move into the next room, finding Jax standing there next to a woman who looks like she could spit fire. She’s tied to a chair and has a rag stuffed in her mouth. Her hair is bright blue, and she has a lip and nose piercing.
I could rip those out with pliers, I think as I take her in. That’s always fun.
“You don’t need to try anything you don’t want to,” I tell Kit as I nod at Jax. “Lookie at this one,” I comment, putting the brake on the cart and moving toward her. “This one has a very nice nose.”
Jax scoffs and then turns his gaze to Kit.
“This is the assassin I heard Anthony talking about?” Jax asks, his eyes sliding over my new friend. He looks…unsure about him, and yet, there’s a flicker of something else. Interest, perhaps?
Oh, I hope so. The two of them fucking would be glorious to watch. Both declaring they’re not gay as they ram into each other.
Fucking wonderful.
“Yes, he’s very accomplished at what he does. The best in his field. Jax, this is Kit. Or Cat, as Anthony may refer to him. Kit, this is Jax.”
They size each other up, and then Jax holds out his hand. “Hey. Nice to meet you, man.”
Kit nods, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “Likewise.”
I can see Jax watching him intently while Kit turns his gaze back to me.
“So, what do we do first?” Kit finally asks.
“Well, I think we could go for something really dramatic to make sure she talks.”
That makes the woman wiggle in her chair. Oh, she’s nervous. She should be. No idea who this person is in the grand scheme of things, but Anthony obviously thought that she was important enough to bring in for questioning.
I will question her until the cows come home.
Or until she bleeds out. Either way, doesn’t bother me as long as I get answers.
“All right, let’s see if she’ll talk without the mess, and if she doesn’t, then we can start on her thumbs.”
The woman starts whimpering, and I roll my eyes. She can cry all she wants. I don’t discriminate. When I want answers, I get answers.
I pull the rag from her mouth, and she blinks up at me.
“Hello, boo. Welcome to my humble abode. Do you like it? I’m making some renovations?—”
“I’m not part of this,” she interrupts, and my face falls.
“So rude, really. I wasn’t done talking.”
She shakes her head, swallowing loudly.
“Fine. Fine. You don’t care about me. I get it. Then, if you’re so eager, what’s your name and your association with the Sirens?”
She shakes her head, blinking wildly. “I—I’m just the bartender.”
