“I’m not interested in parading myself in front of some limp-dick senator who thinks shaking our hands earns him immunity.”
Crack.The gum snaps between my teeth.
“Dalton and Alistair will do just fine. I’m sure they’ll take turns sucking the guy off under the table.”
Dalton laughs outright. Alistair doesn’t. He’s too busy making sure his tie’s straight and his spine is stiff.
Fucking parasites.
Sterling exhales a long, theatrical sigh.
“We have an image to uphold, Priest. One you seem determined to piss all over. The Sovereign are not anarchists. We are not terrorists. We are an organization with legacy, structure, power. You will attend the dinner. You will behave. Or I will make your life a living hell. Understood?”
“Perfectly,” I grind out, resisting the urge to spit on his shined shoes.
He smiles smugly. “Good. That’s settled.” I shift my weight.
“One more thing. The interrogation. How did it go?”
“I’ll send the intel report in the morning.” I’m already half-turned, done pretending to care.
“I’m asking now.” His tone sharpens. “What happened with the shipment?”
“The guns are gone. The men are dead. But the rat’s still breathing.”
“Name?”
“Working on it.”
He leans back in his chair, nose wrinkling like the smell of blood offends him. “You’ll get it. Clean this up, Priest. You’ve made enough of a mess.”
“It’s already handled,” I bite out.
His stare lingers. Then he flicks his wrist, dismissing me.
“I expect that report on my desk by dawn. And for fuck’s sake, shower. You reek.”
The door shuts behind us with a soft click.
My fist connects with the concrete pillar before the elevator finishes sliding closed. My skin splits and blood smears down the wall in a thick red arc.
Raze whistles beside me. “You gonna punch your way through the whole fucking compound, or just the support beams?”
I say nothing.
He glances at the dripping wall. “What’s really got you wound tight?”
I don’t answer at first. The taste of blood lingers in the back of my throat—mine, or the traitor’s, doesn’t matter. I drag a breath through my teeth.
“She stole my truck.”
“The fuck?” Raze turns. “The stray?”
I nod once. Each syllable grates as it leaves my mouth. “Took the keys off me while I choked her out at the Safehouse.”
Raze barks a laugh. “You? Got jacked by a practically dead girl that’s less than half your size? You’ve got more than a hundred pounds on her.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
