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Chapter 3
Poison
Dead bones under rich clothes
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Stings and shallowburns erupt in my hands from how deeply I clench my fist, causing half-moon crescents to form in my skin.
Victor wipes one more time on his suit jacket before throwing the soiled napkins on the bar top. His stance mirrors intrigue. Thankfully, with her earpiece in, I can hear everything the weasel is saying.
“You're a sight for sore eyes,” he hums out, stepping closer to her.
She turns to look at him. “Your eyes seem fine to me.”
My girl.
Then he steps even closer, his hand landing on the small of her back. His mouth leaning closer to ear, whispering something that I can’t comprehend.
Fuck.
A giggle bubbles from her as she sips from the glass. “Coming on strong aren’t we?”
It’s his turn to laugh now. His hand drifts to the opening of her back where the skin shows, lightly slipping into the hair thatItangle with. My eyes bulge as rage sweeps into my chest. I’m this close to flying over this damn blockage of a balcony and ripping his arm from his shoulder. Then smashing it repeatedly on his head until his head splits open—like Henley’s.
“This is good, Ronan. She can lure him into his office,” Mal speaks. Almost as if she’s trying to calm me down.
I snap to Mal’s direction, glaring at her. She stands some feet down from on the same floor. “That was not the plan,” I grit out. The skin on my lip snags against my teeth. The last thing I need is him taking her back anywhere. I trust her to take care of herself. That’s never a problem. But I don’t trust that motherfucker. He’s a bug that needs to be sprayed, then squashed, then sprayed again.
Before I kill him, I will have to cut every last finger off his hand. Every crusty limb that got the opportunity to touch her skin.
“Plan a, b, g, z, remember?” She reminds me of Anita’s words.
“That's not the correct order.” I clench my jaw once more, blowing out a harsh breath. “But you’re right.”
I suffer through the interaction for five minutes until he whispers something into her ear again and then finally walks off. I could follow wherever he plans to go, but we need to stick to the plan. Now that I see Anita is free from Victor’s claws, I walk off, away from the crowd, and into the opening of a hall.
Glancing over my shoulder to be sure no one followed me, I speak into the earpiece. “Boone.”
“Down the hall,” he says in a disgruntled voice. I stride further down the corridor, then round the corner. Boone is leaning over, dragging the unconscious body of the man who grabbed him into a vacant room.
“Are you good?”
He glowers at me, then continues dragging the body. “Of course.”
Boots echo from the other direction. “We saw them come this way,” a deep baritone voice says. “We’ll check over here.”
Our eyes snapped to each other. Fuck. I rush to Boone. Kneeling over, I grab under the body's limp feet, lifting him up. I grunt out. “Heavy motherfucker.”
The steps draw closer, and the men round the hall. We rush in, throwing the body down like a rag doll. We can’t stay in the room. They’ll check in here since the door will be closing by the time they arrive. Both of us step out simultaneously, the door shutting behind us.Great.
Three large men stroll toward us, bouncing their skeptical eyes at Boone and me.