Page 94 of Tempted By Poison
I clench my jaw. “Yes. You are.”
“I’m not.”
My nostrils flare, and I flick my cold gaze at Mal, who wears a grin on her face. I expected her to back me on this, but she’s enjoying the act. And Bedford ignores the whole thing, bouncing back idly in his chair, flipping his rings between his fingers.
“Don't look at me. I’m team Venom. Ten toes down as they say.”
I roll my eyes stiffly. Knowing Anita, she won’t take no for an answer this time. She’s stubborn to the bone, and the fucked up thing is I like it. No, I love it.
I rest my elbows on my knees, clasping my hands. Anita continues to challenge me with her stare, and I give in.
“Fuck it. But you do nothing,” I emphasize heavily.
A low, devious smirk curls on her mouth and that flickers a jolt in my stomach. “I’ll have men on standby. I’m sure he’s guarded on top of his fancy home on the mountain.”
Mal growls like a dog. Literally. “Ah yes, let's blow that bitch up!”
Widened eyes from around the room fly to us, including Bedford's dry stare at her.
“We may need a leash,” Anita murmurs.
“There’ll be no blowing shit up, but there will be much worse things coming to Mr. Mayor.”
And I can’t wait to be the one to deliver it.
***
“What's the plan?”
Anita says, looking to me for an answer, adjusting herself in the passenger seat. It's raining outside, the droplets pattering heavy around the windows, angry as fuck—as if it knows what we’re about to do. I wasn't expecting to be paying our mayor a little visit, but to get closer to the source, we must find anyone who's connected to this asshole. Going in blind is not an option again.
“We go in through the back. The nighttime also plays in our favor, we don't need any other eyes on us. Bedford and his team have eyes on the whole place.” I tap on my window. “He has two bodyguards and cameras set up around the house, but only behind the pool house, the front door and foyer.”
“Plan Z?”
“If shit goes left, the team will fly through his windows immediately and handle the rest.”
“Speaking of the team, where the hell is Boone?” Mal asks, placing her face between the seats.
I don't look at Anita, but I swore from my peripheral she stiffened.
“He had to handle some business,” I say, grabbing my knuckle gloves.
Anita doesn't respond to it, and I don't indulge in her silence either. That whole situation between Boone, her sister sounds messy, and I don't need that to get in between us.
“He could've warned me at least,” Mal murmurs, sitting back. There's a stretched silence for a second before Mal taps her window.
“He sure has a fuckload of security and a big, fancy house as mayor,” Mal chimes in from the back.
Come to think of it, she has a point. What kind of mayor has the funds to pay for two bodyguards, live extravagantly, and not suffer financially? “I never thought much about that until now,” I admit.
Anita fixes her dagger in the holster on her thigh. “We see where it's coming from now. Its dirty money. I would have more respect if he were selling illegal guns or drugs but making profit from trafficking people? He was living his best life while others suffered.” Anita doesn't finish, disgust spews from her words, her upper lip curled in a snarl.
“Not anymore.”
“The asshole has a wife and two daughters; how does he sleep at night?” Mal adds cocking her pistol.
“He sleeps well when he knows the ones he loves aren't harmed,” I say, grabbing my burner cell.
