“Neato,” Kit says, and then clears his throat. “I mean, awesome.”
“You don’t need to pretend to be cool. I’m not,” I say as I step inside the dank and dark tunnel. “Watch your step.”
“I mean, you seem pretty cool to me.”
“I’m not. Trust me. Just be yourself. I like authenticity. Real people.”
Kit stumbles after me, and I grab onto his arm so he doesn’t fall down. “Come on. There are lights farther down.”
I pull him through the zigzag, and then a moment later, light flickers in the distance. Kit lets out a relieved breath.
“Worried I was going to lead you down and murder you?”
“Kinda,” he says with a laugh.
“Don’t worry. We’re friends. I’ll warn you first.”
Kit laughs, and then a moment later, we’re stepping into my space. Oh, it makes me so proud. Never did have my own place until I started working here. At the time, it was just several rooms and cells made of dirt. But I made it into something functional. And soon, Anthony is going to pay to renovate the far room into a nice seating area, where my guests can wait for me to take them apart.
I’m the best host.
I really should be on the nextGood Housekeepingmagazine cover.
“Oh, this is cool. Creepy but cool.”
“If you’ve seen Georgiy’s, then you must be so disappointed. His is so…clean and tidy, but…I can make such a mess down here.” As I say that, we see the man I cut in half before I was kidnapped.
I inhale deeply as Kit plugs his nose.
“The smell of decay. Ah, home sweet home.”
“Wow, this is…” Kit begins, his voice kind of distorted. “Scary.”
I bounce on my toes. “I know, right? I love it. I’ll make sure to dispose of this guy soon. Need to get him dissolved so I can put him down the drain.”
Kit eyes me, and I skip over to the exit. “Come on. Let me show you where I’m going to make a sitting room. For guests.”
But from around the bend, Anthony suddenly appears with Mikhail, Casey, Jax, and several other men from Mikhail’s guard. They all look like they just got done with some kind of gunfight, which is very sexy.
“Where do we put them?” one of them asks, his Russian accent thick and very hot. Reminds me of Georgiy. Makes my ass twitch in appreciation.
I glance around and see a few people, black sacks over their heads, being dragged in. Women, judging by their bodies, and one very large man.
That’s right. The Sirens. Those cunts were helping Henry with the drug Pink and the disposal of the bodies at sites where Anthony does business.
That really chaps my ass. But I don’t want it chapped by them. I only want it chapped by Georgiy.
Henry’s been fucking with us for too long now, trying to take the Costello family down, and capturing the Sirens will hopefullybring us a step closer to finding him. Oh, I can’t wait to get my hands on him. I hope Anthony lets me play with him. After he cuts out his tongue, of course.
“Who the fuck is this? And what the fuck are you wearing?” Anthony growls, eyeing my makeshift frock, and my dick perks up at the sound of his angry voice.
I love it.
“What, you don’t like my dress?” I say, batting my eyelashes.
Anthony just blinks at me.
“Well, anyway, this is Kit. He works for Georgiy.”
