Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
He’s right, and while I did originally pause at her name, meeting her didn’t set off any alarms in the back of my head.
Shrugging my shoulders, I look back to Lucifer. “Perhaps you could order Thaddeus to be my bodyguard next Friday night? Eden and I really could use a night of fine dining with our friend.”
“Why, Jude,” Lucifer says with a grin, “that’s quite underhanded of you.”
“I don’t blind date,” Thad grunts again.
Sitting back in my seat, I just give a nod of my head towards Thaddeus. “Duly noted, my brother.”
Finally pulling up in front of the warehouse, I check the surroundings. All of us are accounted for that are supposed to be here. That’s a good thing, but something is still off.
It’s like looking up into the skies to see them dark and stormy yet no rain is falling.
“One moment,” Simon says and leans up between us. His laptop open, he sets it down between Thaddeus and me.
There, in living color, is quite the photo of a beautiful black-haired woman. Her deep blue eyes are very alluring. Her smile, though, that is what really draws you to her. It’s full of warmth and kindness.
Sonya.
Simon just played the ultimate checkmate to poor Thaddeus.
“What?” Thad asks Simon then looks at me to clarify.
Playing the part, I look back to Simon. “Who is that, my dear brother?”
“Sonya,” Simon says, and I hear a loud laugh as Lucifer gets out of the SUV.
When Simon pulls the laptop back to him, Thaddeus reaches for it, trying to keep it for a moment longer.
“Time to work,” I say and hop out of the car with Simon.
Poor Thaddeus sits in the car for far longer than I thought he would. Just staring at me with pure madness, but his gaze also darts to Simon’s laptop.
I wonder if after we’re done with our work here…
Will we have a new wife in the family?
Shrugging my shoulders at him, I head towards the door of the warehouse and smile to myself. Despite the feeling of a tremendous storm brewing, at least I did my good deed for the day.
“That was quite dastardly,” Lucifer says behind me.
“Misery loves company,” I say with a small smile.
Opening the door for Lucifer and Simon, I look back to Thaddeus and his glowering face as he catches up to us.
When it’s just the two of us standing in the doorway, he says, “Set up the date.”
He punches me hard in the shoulder then moves past me, heading into the building.
Grinning, I think I’ll have Eden set it up. It’ll help her feel more normal after all of the stress from these last couple of weeks.
Inside the warehouse, we walk into the portion of the room that sees most of the guests. And it’s no surprise that both men are already naked and chained down to sturdy metal chairs that are bolted to the concrete floor.
Sitting in one chair is Eden’s sweaty uncle, laboring hard to breathe through the gag we have taped into his mouth. Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he looks wild-eyed at us.
“So, this is the man who sent my dear angel to sin, to hurt me, to break my heart,” I say as I move up to him.
But I stop speaking to him.
He’s not ready just yet.
I want Mickey to feel true fear before we work on him.
And it’s still up in the air if we kill him or not.
But the other asshole…
He’s a different story.
The unknown Russian man who’s obviously spent time in a gulag somewhere, if I’m not mistaken, sits there, glaring at us. His mouth constantly trying to push the gag taped in his mouth out.
The sailing ship on his left shoulder interests me a bit.
Pointing at the tattoo, I say, “Simon, this one’s been locked up and likes to escape.”
Thaddeus walks over and pulls a switchblade from his pocket. I watch him start trying to cut off the tattooed epaulettes on the man’s shoulder.
“He was a high ranking one, as well,” I say.
The Russian man wails loudly behind the ball gag. He’s pissed himself and scared. You can see it in his eyes.
“Wait,” Simon calls out. “We need to photograph all his tattoos before we get too far into the interrogation.”
“Damn.” Thaddeus sighs and pulls his blade out from under the skin.
Sighing as well, I look around us then ask, “Where’s the camera?”
Simon snaps his fingers. “In the SUV.”
“I’ll get it,” I say and head back out the way I came into the building.
Stomping feet have my head turning and I see Thaddeus catching up to walk beside me. “Was that really her?”
“Who? The woman in the photo?” I ask.
Nodding his head, he waits for me to answer.
I grin at him. “Yes.”
“Set it up,” Thaddeus says.
Nodding my head, this time I feel a certain amount of happiness. I don’t know why, even the voices in my head are confused by my actions right now.