“Seriously?” I grind out.
“He’s breathing.” Kai shrugs.
“You two, check for weapons. Stealer, check the house. Make sure he’s alone,” I tell them.
“Shouldn’t I stay with you guys?” He looks nervous. Why the hell did Jimmy have to bring this pussy ass prick? We should have brought Glen. It’s not my place to correct the VP, though, so here we fucking are.
“No, dipshit, do as you’re fucking told.” Kai slaps him around the head.
“We’ll be taking what’s in the safe—the pictures you’re using to blackmail the mayor, and anything else we like the look of,” Jimmy informs the now panting piece of shit.
“No one should be kink shamed.” Kai tsks, licking his lips. Tugging the guy to his feet, he pats down his body.
“Where the fuck do you think he’s keeping a weapon, in his man panties?” Jimmy scoffs, looking at the sweaty fuck in a t-shirt, briefs, and a pair of socks.
“Animal said to check for weapons.”
“He meant the house, idiot.”
It’s painful working with these fuckers sometimes. We’re going to kill this asshole with his own gun to make it look like suicide, but in order to do that, we need a weapon.
“Safe code?” I growl, unsheathing my knife and taking a couple menacing steps toward the man. “Easy way, or the bloody way,” I offer.
“It’s on the fridge,” he rushes out.
“What?” we all say in unison.
“The code, I keep it on a card on the fridge.”
We look between ourselves, not sure we heard him correctly.
“Is this motherfucker for real?” Kai asks, shaking his head.
“I have cameras all over my house. As soon as you entered, it triggered my alarm system. The police are on their way. I don’t need to hide it because this would never happen.”
But this is happening.
“You arrogant prick,” Jimmy bellows, slapping his thigh with mirth. “You think cameras equals safe? We disabled them and your alarm system. When you try to blackmail powerful, wealthy, ball gag wearing fetish freaks, you leave yourself very fucking vulnerable. Five grand was all it took for the guard on shift to turn the other way, could have easily been settled with a bullet in his skull but we’re not savages.”
The color drains from his face. He could build a fortress wired up to the hilt and it still wouldn’t save his ass if we wanted in. Our club is brimming with talented motherfuckers, and our pockets are so deep, our reach is endless, our influence far and wide. We like our shit to stay under the radar to keep relationships clean, and fewer payouts means our own pockets are stacked.
“Keep both eyes on him and tie his fucking hands,” I warn Kai before going through to the kitchen. Low and behold, he really is a dumb fuck. I tug the card from a magnet rubbing the back of my head, being around these idiots is giving me brain ache. “Got it,” I say, entering the living space.
“Safe is there. Grab what you need and get out,” the pussy begs, his eyes darting to the hall Stealer vanished down.
“Why you acting shifty?” I growl.
“I’m not.”
A sound echoes from the back of the house. “What the fuck was that? What’s taking Stealer so long? Is someone else here?”
“No,” the guy in the chair says urgently.
“You’re supposed to be here alone,” Jimmy growls, jerking his head for Kai to go check it out.
“I am! I am!” He moves to stand, and I pull out my gun, pointing it at his head.
“Who told you you could move?” I fume. “I told Kai to tie this fucker down.”
“He’s a pussy ass bitch. He doesn’t need to be restrained. He doesn’t want to eat lead, right?” Jimmy asks, smacking him across the face.
A commotion suddenly sounds out in the hallway. A woman screams as the front door crashes open, bouncing off the wall. “Go,” Jimmy yells at me.
I get three steps before Kai comes through, dragging a woman profusely bleeding from a slit throat. Stealer lags behind them, holding a hand to his bleeding head. “Bitch came out of nowhere and hit me with a plant pot,” he groans.
“No!” the guy supposed to be in the chair calls out, seeing the dead woman being dragged in by Kai. Knocking Jimmy into the wall, he runs toward us. Lifting my gun, I shoot off twice. The bullets burrow into his skull, finding their target, but my gun wasn’t the only one to fire. Four shots rang out.
“Fuck!” I roar as Jimmy groans, sliding down the wall, a crimson spot expanding over his tee.
His hands drop beside him. “You shot me, dumbass,” he croaks out, eyes unfocused on Stealer standing just behind me.
Stealer is still holding his weapon up, his hand shaking like a drying out alcoholic. “You fucking idiot.” Taking his gun, I slip it into the back of my jeans before holstering my own, and rush over to Jimmy. Kai drops the woman and is at my side.