“He’s joking,” Mal tries, and I nod. Of course he’s joking.
“I guess I never realized how boring talking about making millions of dollars is,” Numbers says, and my gaze moves back to him. He quirks a teasing eyebrow and grins.
“Sorry, but you bore me to death.” I fake yawn. “What were you saying?”
“That’s mean. I don’t want to repeat myself cause you were off in dreamland.”
Mal laughs. “You do seem distracted today, boss.”
“One of my men was just stabbed,” I say seriously, but neither of them is buying that excuse. “Fuck off and get out.” I wave my hand and dismiss them.
“Yikes, he’s in a bad mood,” Numbers says loudly as they walk out the door.
“Say that louder so he has a reason to kill you,” Mal says.
“Nah, he needs me, but you don’t do anything around here.”
“Are you serious?”
I grin at the way they bicker like a married couple, even though Numbers has been married for years.
His wife makes the best cheesecake.
It’s a nice place, in a nice neighborhood, but Tanner’s security is shit.
Oh no, he’s got a doorbell cam.
I stroll up the sidewalk like I don’t have a fucking care in the world, because I don’t. All it’s going to catch is a large figure dressed in black walking up to his door and opening it.
I can admit I’m pretty old-fashioned, and I fucking hate technology, but I also understand the need to adapt or die, so I’ve got one hell of a tech girl.
She proves her worth once again as I hold my phone to the electronic keypad and the door opens with a soft beep. Then all of the lights go out in the house.
Perfect.
I walk up the stairs on quiet feet and into Tanner’s bedroom. He’s sprawled across the bed on his back, completely fucking naked, and his dick is standing straight up.
Having good dreams, Tanner?
Well, get ready for one helluva nightmare.
I grab both his hands and zip-tie them together. Fucker doesn’t even wake up. So I tie his legs together too, but I need him awake before the fun can begin, so I take a piece of duct tape and slap it over his mouth.
He tries to sit up with a shout, but I hold him down.
Tanner looks around frantically, and his eyes widen even farther when he sees me. He starts mumbling like a mad man, but I can’t hear anything, and even if I could, it wouldn’t matter.
I read Rory’s police reports, and I am going to make sure he suffers more than Rory did.
Now, where to start?
I lift my bat, and Tanner struggles even harder.
Four broken ribs.
I bring the end of the bat right into the center of his chest twice and smile at the sounds of Tanner’s muffled screams.
Then I take the bat right to the corner of his jaw.
