I nodded. “Give us thirty minutes and we’ll be there.”
Viper chuckled. “Over the shoulder, or we both drag him out?”
I drew in a deep breath. “I wanna see that fucker kick.”
“Good.”
The two of us marched downstairs to the room where we had Wes held and the damn place smelled like urine and shit. His buckets were damn near overflowing, but it didn’t stop me from ripping that little bitch up by his fucking collar.
“You’re coming with us,” I growled.
“Hey! You!” Viper commanded. “Get in here and empty these buckets! It’s smells like a damn whorehouse in here!”
Wes fought against me. “I’d rather die than go with you.”
I pulled his face directly into mine. “Good, because that’ll end up being one of your choices by the time we’re done with you. Now, come on, you stupid fuck.”
Dragging that man out of that room was one of the most cathartic things I’d ever done in my fucking life. I slammed his head into a corner simply because I could, then I tossed him to Viper and let the man toss Wes over his shoulder like a fucking sack of potatoes. Wes kicked his feet, flailing around like a newborn baby bird as we hauled his ass outside.
And after tossing him into the back of the crew’s van, I climbed behind the wheel of the vehicle.
“You know where Blake’s place is?” Viper asked.
I cranked up the engine and buckled my seatbelt. “I know exactly where that asshole used to live.”
Wes screamed in the back of the van for the first half of the journey, but the second half he remained silent. For a moment there, I thought he had found a way to slit his own wrists. So, I slammed on the brakes and listened to him tumble around.
“Motherfuck—are you serious!?” he called out.
“Good, he’s still breathing,” I said flatly.
Viper chuckled as he patted my shoulder. “You’re a sick man, you know that?”
I winked playfully at him. “It’s why we get along so well.”
“You damn right about that.”
Pulling up the driveway to the mini-mansion Blake and Rose had once shared together filled me with an anger unlike anything I had ever experienced. That man honestly didn’t know shit about her, because if he had he would’ve known that she hated homes like these. Pristine white homes that could barely be touched without smudging something or dirtying something up.
No wonder she thought the place was a damn prison.
“Let’s go,” Viper said as he shoved his door open.
Surprisingly enough, Wes didn’t put up much of a fight. After putting on little booties over our feet, gloves on our hands, and hats on our heads to keep our DNA in place, I kept eyes on the perimeter of the house as my best friend carried the sorry excuse for a man inside.
“Wait, wait. Scuff marks, remember?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Viper said.
I watched him drop Wes to the ground on his back and the man gasped for air.
“Perfect,” I said as I reached down for one of his arms.
“I got the other one,” Viper said.
As he dragged him across the foyer floor, the squeaking of his shoes told me that the scuff marks would be juicy as hell. We tracked him all around the foyer, knocking things over and shattering a couple of vases before Viper reached out and knocked a painting off the wall. We dragged his stupid ass all the way through the kitchen before dumping him at the head of the dining room table.
And right in front of him was the gun Viper had killed Blake with earlier that day.
