The fucker shook his head. “I don’t know.”
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled until he looked at me. “You sure you don’t know anything? I’ve been known to make men sing like a fucking canary once they’ve spent twenty minutes with me, tops.”
He cried harder, his tears falling down his ugly mug. I shoved him away, disgusted.
I kicked his stomach, and he flinched but didn’t make any noise.
“Give me twenty with him. And I want you to send men to Las Vegas,” I said to Roman.
“Do you want them to go on the offense?”
I shook my head. “Not yet. I want them to get me intel on those little fuckers. I want to know everything about them, from whether any of the members have a fucking sixth toe to whether they’re stupid enough to create an insurgent group to try to take away my fucking empire.”
“I’ll go,” Micah said.
I turned to him, surprised.
Micah had been quieter than usual, and I wondered if it was because his little brother was taken by Ryleigh. Whatever it was, I didn’t want him to go down there unless his head was on straight.
I didn’t say anything for a moment, but Micah probably sensed my hesitation because he said, “I’m good for it. You know that. I’ll go, and I’ll find out whether any of those ugly fuckers have a sixth toe, like you ask.”
I rolled my eyes, and Kai laughed.
“Fine. Go. Keep in contact at all times.” I walked up to him, cupped his neck, and pulled him in until our foreheads touched. “Be careful.”
“Always am,” he said.
He turned to his bike, pointing at the laptop Kai still had sitting there. Kai took it away and shot Micah a sheepish smile. The three of us watched the bigger man hop on his bike and ride off.
“Is he okay?” I asked Roman.
He let out a sigh. “You know Micah. No one can tell with him.”
I nodded. “Fair enough.”
I turned to my latest present, anticipation strumming in my veins.
Fuck, but this was where I excelled. I’d scared Emmy today when I lost it at the bar, but I got off on the violence. The blood.
This was why I was good at what I did. I loved what I did too much to quit. I could never really go straight.
Emmy would just have to get used to it and deal with her monster.
* * *
Three hours later,I finally made it back to the house.
The fucker I played with was dead, and it was as he said. He didn’t know shit, which would have felt like a waste of a day, had we now not had something to go on. Micah was probably halfway to Vegas, Roman was probably home with Ryleigh, and Kai was probably back at the bar, doing what he did best—and that was research into any fuckers who might be a potential threat to the club while helping me run my business.
The kid liked to keep busy, and if doing all this shit would keep him out of trouble, I wouldn’t stop him.
And I was now back at home, back to Emmy.
It was probably a bad idea.
I had already washed away all the blood and dirt and burned the body, but I was still feeling too strung up. It wasn’t much different from when I pummeled the bastard at the bar within an inch of his life earlier today, but this time felt so much more than that.
I didn’t think it would be a good idea to be in her presence, but being near her was whatIneeded, even if I wasn’t touching her.
