“But it burned in one,” Raguel states with a smile.
Lori sniffs. “Seriously? What’s with the sentence finishing? Ugh.”
“Wait. Nine said she had dogs. Did you see or hear any?” Sully asks. Always thinking about animals…better than people, I guess.
“Yeah,” Uri replies. “They are held in cages on the first floor. But those dogs were used in illegal fights; they are probably too far gone.”
“Maybe. But it’s okay to try,” Sully replies.
“I’ll call the triplets,” Ramiel says.
“Of course,” Michael says, visibly limping. Raphael notices, and with a snarl, he orders him to climb on his back, piggyback style.
“I’ll take care of this mess,” Linda states, leaving the room to go talk to her squads. My glare follows her even after she disappears.
“One less evil on this earth,” Gabriel declares, rolling a piece of his shirt around Lori’s bleeding arm.
“And millions more to go. That makes me terribly hungry. French toast for dinner?” he asks him.
“Patching up, shower, Marnie’s in a couple of hours?” Ramiel suggests.
Fuck that! I’m taking Sully home. I slide my arms under him and lift him bridal style in my arms, heading straight for the hotel front doors.
epilogue
EZRA
I lick the tip of my finger and turn the page with a smirk. My sweats are getting too fucking tight as I start to pop a stiffy. But how can I not while reading Sully’s diary? He told me not to do it again. Still, if he really doesn’t want me to, he shouldn’t leave it under our mattress.
I don’t dream much these days—since my boyfriend doesn’t let me sleep—not complaining…at all. I love to fall asleep with his cock in my well-used ass and wake up with the fat tip still tucked inside. His stamina and sexual appetite are the real dream. Actually, I think that’s why I have dreamless nights, I don’t need them anymore. Not when I have Ezra ready to give me whatever I wish for and need. He is my dream and I can do whatever I want with and for him.
I do miss seeing the sexy man in the mask though…
He misseshim? I shut the diary with a pop and slide it inside my hoodie pocket as I brush a finger on the smooth edge of the white mask I’m wearing.
A sound from the left makes me focus on my task again. The douchebag is finally here. I huddle up against the wall of the alley and peer out to see Randy—thecutewaiter from Tomorrow’s Brew—leaving his bicycle behind his place. I check up and down the street. It’s pretty quiet at this late hour in the night on a weekday. Nobody is walking around, no CCTV. It makes this quick and simple.
Just as he approaches the alley opening, I grab him by the collar and drag him in. I haul him against the brick wall, shoving his face on it, hands held behind his back. He screams.
“If you don’t want to lose your tongue, shut it!” He immediately complies. Not bad for a dickwad.
“My wallet and phone are in my bag, please take them and go.” His voice cracks.
“Is that what you think I want?” I chuckle in his ear. A waiter’s salary is pathetic compared to an assassin’s. “No. What I want is for you to stay away from Sully.”
“S-Sully…Carver?” he asks, astonished.
“Is there another Sully Carver?” I grind his cheek on the bricks. This fucker hit on my little chick again last night—Lori told me with a teasing smile. If Sully hadn’t rejected him, he would be dead already.
I want my little chick to talk to me when something happens especially if it annoys him.Needhim to tell me so that I can fix it. Hurt it. Mutilate it. Kill it.
I turn him around, back against the wall, and he widens his eyes and then starts shaking when he takes a first look at me. I wonder what he’d do if I took out my knife. Let’s find out. This punk needs to sweat.
I move my hand to my back and unsheathe my big blade, taking a couple of steps back.
“No.” His hands come up, palms facing me in a surrendering gesture. “I-I swear I won’t talk to him again. Won’t even l-look his way. Please.” The sobbing starts, and it irritates me.
I throw the knife at him, and it ends stuck in the wall between his thighs. He screams again and then I see a wet stain forming on the front of his pants. Fucking hell. Why did I think this was a rival? He’s a pathetic, frightened wimp—and I’m being generous.
