“How the fuck should I know?” Monty yelled. “That sniveling idiot was a complete waste of my time.”
“Who brought you to D.C.?” Evangeline asked.
“I don’t snitch on my business connections.”
“You’re making a big mistake.”
“Screw off, bitch.” Monty’s lip curled into a snarl. “I’m done with you.”
Glaring at him, she said, “Big mistake not answering my questions.” On that, she left the room.
“I didn’t expect him to cooperate,” Sin said, turning off the monitor.
“If he had, I wouldn’t get to have my fun with him,” Dakota said.
“I’m texting Jacoby to bring him in,” Sin said.
“She handled herself well,” Crockett said. “Very cool.”
“Yeah,” Sin said. “She’s pretty damn awesome.”
Tap-tap-tap.
“Come in,” Sin said.
“I tried,” Evangeline said. “Where can I wait?”
“You can watch from next door,” Sin said.
She eyed the one-way mirror on the wall. “Whatever it takes, get him to talk.” She held his gaze before turning on her heel and shutting the door behind her.
“Jacoby’s bringing him in.” Sin eyed each of the men. “We’ve waited a long time for this. You guys ready?”
“Hell, yeah,” Maverick said.
“Fourteen years ready,” Dakota said, cracking his knuckles.
A moment later, Jacoby knocked, then opened the door and shoved Monty in. From across the room, Monty locked eyes with Sin. His gaze shifted to Dakota, then back to Sin. Next, his cold stare hovered on Maverick and Colton and Crockett. One by one, he glared at each of these men. When finished, his icy stare settled on Sin.
“Hail, hail, the gang’s all here,” Monty said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Sin stared into the eyes of the cold-blooded killer. This man had once been their friend, their business partner. But he couldn’t go back in time and he couldn’t rewrite history. In this moment, all that mattered was finding an innocent woman and her child. All that mattered was trying to save lives, not destroy them. All that mattered was stopping this sociopath from leaving the devastation of every life he touched in his selfish, destructive, hateful wake.
“Hello, Monty,” he bit out.
“I thought for sure I’d killed you this time. How is it that you just won’t fucking die?”
“You can’t kill the devil, Monty. You know that.” Anger seethed through his pores. “Have a seat. Let’s catch up.”
“How fun.” Monty’s upper lip curled. “I love reunions.”
Jacoby shoved Monty into the chair. Sin studied him while Monty sat there, expressionless. Was he afraid, intimidated, concerned? Was he filled with arrogance or under a delusion that he could get away with something, again? He appeared void of any emotion whatsoever. If he felt anything, he was an expert at concealing it.
“I have one question,” Sin said. “And after you answer it, we can get caught up. You know, reminisce about old times.”
“Fuck you,” Monty rasped.
“Where are Hannah and her baby?”
