Page 42 of Tortured Souls
I shake her hand. “Saxon. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you as well. You have a beautiful club here. Congratulations on the new ownership.”
“Wait a damn minute. She’s an assassin too?!” Brooks says to the room, disbelief written across his face.
“If you’d like to call it that, then yeah, sure, I’m an assassin. But a good assassin, not a bad one.” Sloan gives the guys a gentle smile and steps back towards the three men. I notice behind the guys, Diego and Leonard are tied to two chairs. However, I don’t see Riggs. I do, however, see a large black body bag on the floor beside the wall, stuffed full and unmoving.
“He’s already packed up nice and tight, waiting for us to make our flight back home. If you don’t need anything else from us, then we should be heading out,” Everett says to the room, his hand wrapping around Sloan’s waist and giving her an affectionate smile.
“So soon? Why not stay the night here and party with us?” Finn practically whines as he approaches Dean, giving him a bro hug and then doing the same to Colson.
“We’d love to, but believe it or not, we are currently on the job and need to make this delivery. Or rather, confirm the completion of said delivery,” Everett responds before giving Finn a bro hug as well.
I approach the four of them, shaking their hands one by one and thanking them for their help tonight.
“I appreciate your help, and whenever you all come to town again, you’ll always be welcome.”
“Thank you, Saxon. Much appreciated, mate.” Everett is about to turn and follow Dean and Colson into the stairwell when Sloan approaches me. I look down at this beautiful, fierce woman with her striking blue eyes as she grabs my hand in hers.
“Don’t ever stop taking care of her. Even when she says she can do it all herself, be there for her. Sometimes the strongest women need the most help to find their way out of the dark.”Wrapping her arms around me, she hugs me with so much force, it’s like she’s trying to communicate more to me. Pulling away, she looks into my eyes one more time before she smiles and follows her men through the doorway, body bag in tow, and disappears from view. I’m momentarily stunned. Her words hit me like a freight train. They held so much honesty and truth that it scratches my insides raw.
“Did you know they were all fucking her?” Brooks asks his brother.
“I sure did,” he puffs out his chest, “one time we were all playing on-line and she came into the room and started messing around with them. Likefuckingthem.Whilewe were playing. At the same time! It was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” Finn fans himself as if the mere memory has gotten him off.
All the guys are still stuck on the idea that all four of them are in a relationship. While Brooks, Finn, and Owen chat about the possibilities of what goes where when they’re all going at it, Saint and I approach the two unconscious men in the center of the room.
Diego is a bigger guy. Not as big as Saint or me, but he’s stockier than Leonard. Leonard is thin and a couple of inches shorter than Diego. I also notice a scar that starts at the corner of Diego’s mouth and slices up his cheek. Looks like it fucking hurt, however he got it.
“Now what do you want to do?” Saint asks me, crossing his arms and shifting from one foot to the other.
“We wait for Sky. This is her revenge. Plus, we may be able to get more information from her when she’s here. Like why the fuck are they in our town?”
I pull the guys out of their heated discussion about the proper placement of body parts when three men are involved with one woman. I need to get their fucking heads back in the game.
The three of them will be staying down here, ensuring our two captives remain seated, while Saint and I make our way back to the club and our office to monitor from there. We make our way to the elevator and once the doors close, Saint lets out a deep chuckle.
“Seriously, though. That little woman is able to take those three fucking cavemen at once?” I can’t contain my laughter either. The mental image in my head makes me feel all types of worried for that poor woman. Then again, she looked perfectly happy being the centerpiece of their world.
“Do you think they cross swords too?”
SKYLAR
Tonight has been one of the most exhausting nights of bartending I’ve ever had. The news about the Kings taking over the club has brought in a whole new slew of customers. These men really are the most popular people in this town. They’re respected and envied by most men and fawned over and desired by the women.
As the night starts dying down, I begin my closing shift chores to get a head start on closing the bar. When two in the morning rolls around, all the customers have gone as well as Chastity, who wasn’t feeling the best, so I insisted I couldclose the bar by myself. The club is quiet, and I’m the only one upstairs while the downstairs bartenders quickly wrap up their last touches and bring their register up to the office for counting.
“You need some help up here, love?” Giovanni asks me while tapping his knuckles on the bar top. I give him a smile, my hands elbow deep in the sink.
“Oh no, I’m good. This is the last of the dishes, and I’ll be set as well. How was your night down there?” I ask as I continue washing.
“Best damn night of tips we’ve had in a while. But I’m beat to shit now. My bed is screaming my name from here.” We both laugh as he gives me a wave goodnight and heads down the hall. Just as I set the last glass on the shelf, Saxon’s voice filters down the bar.
“Hey, beautiful. We have a surprise for you in the basement.”I straighten my back and brush my hair over my shoulder. There’s only one reason a surprise would be in the basement. I quickly toss my rag into the bin beside the register and head around the bar, where he waits for me.
“Who’s down there?” I ask him immediately.
“Patience, tesoro.” Kissing the top of my head, he leads me to the stairs. I can’t wait for the elevator and take the stairs two at a time. When I burst through the door, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. A warm hand lands on my lower back, ushering me through the doorway.