“I am,” I confirmed. “But I can’t find my phone.”
He snorted. “You’re always leavin’ that thing lyin’ around.”
“I haven’t used it,” I stated, checking around the stool where I’d been sitting. “I must’ve dropped it somewhere.”
Castle’s stare dropped to the floor, and he checked around the chairs.
“You’d better go tell the boss,” Bootneck muttered, his eyes darting toward Nox furtively. “Maybe Wiki can pinpoint it.”
“He went to his office right after you left,” Castle informed me. “Come on. I’ll walk you down.” He stood from his stool and gently took my elbow, leading me out back to the corridor. We turned right and walked down to the end, where Pagan’s office was situated.
“Pagan may have found your phone,” Castle suggested.
“He would’ve come after me,” I murmured, my mind still on what the hell could’ve happened to it. “He knows my life’s in there, and I need it. If I can’t find it, I’m screwed.”
We approached Pagan’s office, and Castle rapped on the door before reaching for the handle and pushing it open. “Wiki will find it,” he assured me, heading inside.
He stopped dead and muttered, “Fuck,” before turning around and trying to crowd me back out the door.
“What are you doing?” I demanded. “Why are you acting weird?” My gaze slid past him, and all breath whooshed out of me as I froze.
Pagan was sitting in his office chair with his legs spreadeagled, and Saskia was on her knees in front of him with his dick in her hand, craning her neck and staring at me with a satisfied smirk on her face.
The pain hit me like a punch to the chest. It was like I could literally feel my heart cracking in two. My burning throat clenched so hard, I thought I was about to pass out from lack of air.
“Ash—” Castle muttered. “I?—”
“Shut up,” I whispered through the fire in my throat. My voice sounded wrong. It was pitchy and weird, like I’d been possessed, or something.
“Ash,” Pagan rasped, his face dazed. “I can expl?—”
“Shut up!” I shrieked, my hand going to rub my aching chest. “What can you possibly say? That the minute my back was turned, you got her in here to suck you off? That fucking bitch?”
Pagan stared down at Saskia like he was seeing her for the first time, and then he suddenly shoved her away so hard that she let out a loudoofand landed flat on her back. He stood while tucking his dick back in his jeans, his eyes glued to mine. “Get her out,” he ordered Castle.
“Why? So she can finish off the job?” I screamed, my breath coming so hard and fast that my chest heaved with the force of it.
He jerked his chin toward Saskia and repeated, “Getherout.”
Castle moved toward Saskia, dragged her to her feet, and guided her toward the door. The second she came within my reach, I turned, grabbed her hair, and brought her low until she was bent double at the waist. My back teeth ground together as she let out a loud screech. I let her go with one hand, balled itinto a fist, and punched the side of her face, just like my friend Sophie had taught me.
Saskia let out a yelp.
I punched her again, dragging her lower and gripping tighter as I slowly ripped her hair out of her skanky bitch head, making her cry out in pain. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!” I screamed as I went in again, grabbing another handful of hair and dragging her closer and cracking my knee up hard into her face.
“Get her out,” Pagan bellowed.
Castle grabbed my hands and forced them open until Saskia pulled away and ran for the door.
“If I ever see you again, I’ll fucking kill you,” I screamed after her as she bolted into the hallway. “Watch your back, bitch. You know who my uncle is. I’ll get a hit put out on your used-up cunt.”
Castle was tight-lipped as he headed for the door. He shot Pagan a venomous glare and then disappeared after Saskia.
“Ash—” Pagan began.
My head whipped around to face him, and I slashed a hand through the air. “Don’t fucking bother.”
He scraped a hand down his face. “It’s not what?—”
