Page 35 of Empire of Carnage

“You know where and who everyone is around here?” I asked him and he beamed with pride.

“You know it.”

“I’m looking for a Russian, blonde hair, all legs. Where’s her room?” I asked.

“I don’t think I’m supposed to tell that kind of information to just anyone dude.” He scratched the back of his head.

“I’m not just anyone, and that’smyprisoner.” I clutched his shirt in my fist and twisted it pulling him closer to me.

He scoffed.

The fucking kid scoffed in my goddamn face.

“Tell that shit to Ladrón cuz he’s already pissed all over her.” He freed himself from my grasp, and I wrapped my hand around his arm,

“Where the fuck is the girl?” I pulled my Glock out of my pants and pressed the barrel to his chin.

He was green as fuck.

He trembled, stuttering nonsense about how he didn’t mean to offend me or some bullshit.

“I just need to know where the fucking Russian is. Point. Now.” My patience was wearing thin and if I didn’t come back with her, Ronan would be coming for her instead.

For everyone’s sake it was probably better I handled interactions with other humans.

Ronan only had a soft spot for one person, and even his soft spot was full of spikes when it came to Celia Flores.

His finger shook as he raised it up and pointed to a shut door. I shoved him off of me, he stumbled back and fell before scurrying away on all fours and running down the stairs. Whatever, if the kid couldn’t handle conflict, he definitely wasn’t cut out for a motorcycle club.

I made my way to the door and tapped my knuckles.

“Yes?” she called from inside.

I sighed. I didn’t like dealing with this bitch.

Maybe I was holding a grudge but she stabbed my girl with a fucking fork, not to mention the tracker on her arm was the entire reason Papa Sokolov was able to find the high-rise in the first place.

My jaw ticked at the thought, and I pushed the door open.

“Güera.” She looked up from her book and scowled when she saw my face.

“I thought I was a free woman now.” She had that look on her face like my presence was a bother to her.

I chuckled.

“You’re a free woman when we tell you so. Your prison’s changed, but not your circumstances. Maybe you give us a little more of what we need and we can consider your crimes paid for, Susana.” I gestured my chin towards the hall, and she stood up with a dramatic sigh.

“From one entitled cock-bearer to the next.” She clucked her tongue and walked in front of me as if she knew where she was going.

“Maybe it’s the company you keep, you ever think about that?” I asked and she stopped in her tracks to look back at me.

“When you’re born into this life as a woman, you don’t get to choose your company. You go where the man with the most power points you to.” She turned forward again and walked down the steps.

“And now that man is telling you to go that way.” I pointed to the closed door where Ronan sat with our men.

“You’re an irritating one, but you already know that don’t you? Irritating men always do.” She swung in and out of her accent so often I couldn’t figure out if it was an act.

Like she knew it made her sound less innocent.