The one time I tell him to do something and he does it immediately. Like socks with sandals.Just wrong.
I motioned for him to put it on speaker.
“Do you know how many ways I thought of killing you while I was waiting for you to answer? Next time you take that long, I’ll hang up and pick the bloodiest option on the list.”
Enraged, I grabbed the gun.Oh god, I’m turning into Kieran.
“What do you want?” Rett asked, voice steady.
“Am I on speaker? This is supposed to be a private call.”
“You can hang up anytime you want,” Rett said coolly.
I glanced at him, impressed. Might have to help him hold up his big balls later.
Might enjoy it.
“I moved up the deal. We’re meeting tomorrow night,” Tommy said on the line.
“Why’d you move it up?” Rett asked.
“You follow orders, not ask questions,” he barked.
Oh, this dude was cruising for a bruising. And he could take those bruises to hell with him.
I’d say hot hell, but, apparently, it’s implied.
Rett glanced at me, and I shook my head, letting him know to say nothing.
“Well,” Tommy demanded after a moment, “aren’t you going to ask where to meet?”
“You told me not to ask questions,” Rett deadpanned.
“All right, fuckface, since you wanna be a good obedient boy…”
He did not.
“Twenty-one Parker and Main, bottom floor. Tomorrow night at midnight.”
“Will you be there?” Rett asked.
“No. One of my associates will be there, and he will give you the address then. He won’t tell anyone unless it’s you.”
He picked right now to have a half-decent idea? Of course he did.
“And if I don’t show?” Rett asked.
“You’ll show. And you’ll be alone. Leave that attack dog at home.”
“He’ll never let me out of his sight,” Rett said.
I nodded. That’s right. Stalker for life.
“Then take away his sight.”
Rett sucked in a breath. “I would never,” he said, the first sign of anxiety in his voice.
“Fine, I will. But I’ll make sure it hurts.”
