That was when I realized Regin still had my blaster.Fuck.
“You again?” Teranse glared at me. I didn’t move.
“Regin wants to see you. Gonna come quietly?”
His face paled. Even this gnarly, fucked-up sicko was scared of Regin.
“What’s he want?” His voice had risen half an octave. Good.
“You took his sister, you dumb fuck. Now he wants a conversation.” Watching the realization on his face was priceless. I’d wanted him to get what was coming to him for a long time.
“She was Regin’s sister?”
“Hisyoungersister.”
“Oh, shit. You gotta help me, Ryon! Protect me! I’ll buy your services! Anything you want! Please, help me.”
I shook my head. “You made the hole. You climb in it.”
Tears sprang into his eyes. Pathetic. I wondered how many times his victims had begged for him to stop. To let them live. Fuck him.
“Please.”
“Are you gonna walk like a real male with a pair of balls or am I going to have to drag you there?” I wasn’t taking any shit. I just wanted to go back to my couch and finish my nap.
Crying to himself, he followed me. Pathetic fucking beta cuck. He could dish it out, but he couldn’t take it.
At Regin’s, I pressed the buzzer and was about to speak when Teranse turned and fled. I ran after him easily. My bigger alpha legs were faster. Launching myself at him, I knocked him to the dirt and pinned him down.
“Take your medicine, asshole.” I threw him over my shoulder and carried him inside. No one in Two Gardens Court would snitch if they saw me.
I dumped him on Regin’s doorstep.
“Delivery,” I told the heavy. “And I want my blaster back.”
“Sure.” He handed my weapon over and pulled a sobbing Teranse into the apartment. Not my circus. Not my primates.
I went back home and finished my nap. Hopefully, it would be a month or more before Teranse’s rent got into arrears and the owner moved someone else into the apartment next door. I’d enjoy the peace. If he hadn’t been such a disgusting sicko, I’d move in myself to avoid any accidents with Natasha. As it was, burning the place down wouldn’t make it clean enough for me to be comfortable in there, despite my very low standards, given the line of work I was in.