Page 134 of Sinful King
“Ms. Phillips, I’m sure you’ve put eyes on Esmeralda by now. Will you hold up your end of the bargain?”
I took the phone from her hand and took it off speaker.
“Nah,” I said. “She won’t be doing shit. You deal with me, not her.”
“How about an alliance,” he proposed, getting straight to what he’d wanted from the start.
Fucking pest.
“You mistook my statement as an offer to negotiate. Here’s what’ll happen, you’ll be grateful I don’t have you snatched and brought to New York. Be grateful I don’t saw your fucking limbs from your body and send them back to Miami piece by piece to make a statement that my wife and anybody associated with her is not to be fucked with. I have a feeling you’ll try me, though. Please do.”
I ended the call and handed it back to her; he wouldn’t get the chance.
“Sean, I could’ve just taken the job,” my second-in-command, not my wife, said. “We’re supposed to be tying up loose ends, not creating more for later.”
Blair wasn’t doing shit for no man but me and mine.
“Yeah, I hear you.”
But I wasn’t fucking listening and it was already too late.
We rode the rest of the ride in silence and she started on ten the second we entered the warehouse, where Afrim Ahmeti was extended in the air. They’d taped his mouth but didn’t drug him as directed.
“Everybody back away,” she ordered, grabbing up a pair of coveralls, slipping them on and walking over to the wall of random tools.
I stood at the entrance, watching her browse the selection until stopping on the electric saw. Her eyes met mine over her shoulder and she smirked before picking it up.
Esmeralda came to stand beside me.
“You must’ve pissed her off,” she said, amused. “Love when she gets like this.”
I bit my lip.
Might love it myself, too; this wasn’t like valentine’s day where I’d basically forced her to kill in front of me. Nah, she was taking her frustration with me out on our enemy.
“Take the tape off, Liam.”
He stepped forward and snatched it off.
“We had a deal!” Afrim yelled, jerking his body forward.
I tipped my head, lips curled in a smug smirk.
“Some deals are meant to be broken, Afrim,” Blair said, drawing his attention to her as she approached. “Don’t address him. You talk to me.”
He jerked forward again and she laughed.
“I know you want to hit me but too bad so sad, I have the power here. Before I detach your limbs from your body, I have a question.”
“Fuck you. I don’t have shit to say.”
She nodded and asked, “Are you married?” disregarding his statement. “If so, how do you deal with a stubborn partner? Mine doesn’t listen and I only just became his second. Any advice for a pair of newlyweds?”
Afrim stared at her, perplexed.
But me? I loved every fucking second.
Nothing would get me to listen on the matter of her safety but I liked she wanted me to so badly.
