“No, I didn’t know she was pregnant and it sure as fuck isn’t mine. Perform a fucking DNA test if you want,” I growled then slowed my breathing, trying to make sense of this nightmare. “Say I believe this bullshit interrogation, what makes you think I killed Ishara.”
“Why?” he asked then at my frown, added, “why should we believe you didn’t. Maybe she was in love with you.”
“She was in love with me. Seriously” I leaned back in my chair and dragged in a frustrated breath. “Again, I had no relationship with the fucking woman. If I killed her, what is my supposed motive?” I was having a hard time keeping my incredulity at bay. Whoever these assholes were, I had no clue and toed the line just to get out. The abrupt vibrating in my pocket had me straightening in my seat. “Look, every member in my team can vouch for my relationship with Ria including Sam.” I tried a simpler approach. Easing a hand into my pants pocket, my fingers curved around what felt like a coin. Whatever Declan handed me, vibrated once more. I gestured to the water dispenser “Can I get a drink.”
The second the leaner guy got up to move, I slid the device out of my pocket, and keeping both hands on my lap, I glanced down. It looked like the face of a digital watch only thinner and where the numbers would normally appear, a text message blinked on the screen.
Compromised. Not FBI. Get out!!!
A second later and as if he’d known I’d seen the message, the screen blanked out. Declan was a fucking genius. I looked up as the leaner man placed a Styrofoam cup of water in front of me. Not waiting for him to take his seat, I shot up, and with my ass on the table, I slid across, locking my arms in a chokehold around the bulkier guy’s neck. At the same time, I lifted my legs, grabbing the leaner guy’s neck in a scissor hold with my ankles. Putting all my body weight into keeping my chokehold rigid and giving the bulkier guy no room to fight, I yanked my legs down, crashing the leaner guy’s head into the table.
Blood spurted from his nose and I repeated the maneuver another two times before his body went limp. Bulkier guy, through bulging eyes, watched his partner go down and his fingers groped around for his gun. Releasing my leg hold on the leaner guy's neck, he crumbled to the floor. My grip tight on the bulkier guy’s neck, I swiveled off and around the table bringing me to the rear of the large man. In the second it took him to draw his gun, I swiped the knife from the table and in my signature move, sliced a clean cut from ear to ear. His throat split open, blood ran down soaking his shirt and jacket. I jerked him away from me and he fell forward, his cheek smacking the table in its descent.
Dropping to my haunches, I grasped the leaner guy’s shirt in a fist and lifted him to look at me. He groaned but didn’t move.
“Hey, asshole.” I slapped his face.
He moaned once more, blinked a couple of times to focus, and tried to glare at me. Only, his smashed features made the effort futile.
“Who the fuck are you?” I shook him.
His laugh rolled out in a groan. “You have no fucking idea who you’re messing with,” he went for a sneer, it came off as a whimper.
“Who the fuck am I messing with?” I scoffed. He merely stared at me, accepting his fate. “I’ll ask you one more time, who the fuck are you and where is Ria?”
He grinned. “Kill me if you want,” he mumbled. “She’s no more.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” The idea of Ria getting hurt had my stomach wrenching. I knew I was wasting my time with this guy, he was going to give me nothing. “Your choice, fucker.”
With one quick move, a resonant crack bounced off the hollow room walls as I snapped his neck. Straightening, I grabbed my phone, wallet and crossed the room. I pressed my ear to the door and slowed down my breathing to listen. Nothing. Slowly, I inched it open and scouted the area. All I heard was the cool whisper of the evening wind as it brushed my cheek. Not fully satisfied there was no one else around, I opened the door enough for me to slide out and keeping as low to the ground as possible, I made beeline for the car.
There, I dropped to my haunches, glanced around then peeked through the driver’s side window. The keys were still in the ignition. Inching the door open, I climbed in, did another quick surveillance then turned the key. The second the engine purred to life, I floored the gas pedal and shot off down the only road I could see. As the distance grew, I recognized the buildings in the rearview mirror as warehouses. Probably abandoned. Hitting the ‘on’ button to the GPS, I punched in Declan’s place. “What the fuck.” They’d driven me a good two hours out of the city. One mile out, I dialed Declan.
“Thank fuck, you got out,” he yelled into the phone as soon as the call connected.
“Please tell me you got something new because I’m going out of my fucking mind, Dec,” I muttered, keeping one eye on the rearview mirror.
“I’m sorry, Gabe, nothing yet.”
Fuck. Someone was going to die and I had no fucking clue who.
