Guns were sometimes the better choice anyway. Quick. Efficient. Lethal with minimal mess. I didn’t want to make my Henny’s day any harder.
When there were no longer voices coming from the hall, but a single cadence of footsteps continued, I pressed myself back against the wall to wait. The person who stepped into the warehouse seemed to only have eyes for the operation happening before them.
Henny shouted at a few of the men for something they fucked up. It created a strong enough cover for me to slip off the crate and move behind the stranger. Raising my gun, I pressed it into the back of his skull.
He might have matched me for muscle, but few people could get out of this position without specialized training. With how relaxed this guy had been a second ago, I couldn’t see a strong fight on my hands.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” I demanded.
My voice drew the attention of the others. Their gazes were a mix of shock and curiosity.
All except Henny’s. “Pip! Drop the gun. That’s Pharrell’s guest.”
The man in front of me sagged a bit at the declaration. Like maybe that would make me change my mind about blowing his brains.
Yeah, right.
If I felt he was a threat, then it didn’t matter whose guest he was. No one was going to hurt the people I considered mine.
“Is that so? Then where is the boss?”
A disgruntled voice behind me answered. “For fuck’s sake, Pip. Do as he said. That’s Ricardo. He’s mine.”
This Ricardo guy shivered at Rel’s choice of words.Interesting.
I slowly lowered the gun as Rel moved to stand in front of us. He nodded to Ricardo, who walked up beside him and turned to face me.
His eyes took me in from head to toe as I studied him in the same manner. Muscular. Short hair. Tanned skin. Generally handsome, but nowhere close to Henny’s level.
Pharrell must have liked what he’d seen. I decided to press his buttons a bit just to see how he’d take it.
“Oh, you’re cute. I can see it now, Boss.”
Ricardo shook his head as a smirk took over his features. “I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you Pip, but?—”
“It would be a lie. Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it before. Usually right before I put a bullet through someone’s skull or fuck them into a coma. This is anticlimactic.” Waving a hand at him, I tucked my gun away since I obviously wasn’t needed anymore.
Guess I’d have to find some fun later to get this energy out.
“A coma? That’s fucked up,” Ricardo noted.
I grinned then, unable to hide my amusement. I’d been told some variation of that phrase most of my life. It wasn’t an insult anymore.
Truly, I thought of it as more of a compliment than anything.
“None of them complained while stuffed with my dick. The coma was an accident. Both times.”
It was probably more. I didn’t have the energy to care.
“Dammit, Pip. We don’t need to hear about what you do in bed.” Henny stepped up beside me lowering his voice before adding, “Besides, we have an audience. The boss might want to make things clearer rather than rehash your sexual exploits.”
I rolled my eyes at his logic. The coma stories were always a good time. I’d have to remember to tell Ricardo later. His reaction to them would be fun to watch.
Rel straightened at Henny’s words. He spun to face his men, who were already watching us. I could spot the uncertainty in their body language.
“This is Ricardo. He comes from the Romano family. Dante has granted me the right to take him into our fold under temporary reign. You are to treat him as you treat me. Understood?”
It didn’t take many brain cells to pick up the words he wasn’t saying. You’d either get in line or get a visit from me.
