Page 146 of Himbo Hitman
“Our …” Colin’s frown takes over his face. “I didn’t borrow money for Saint Clare’s.”
Well, I’m not expecting that. “Oh. Then … what the fuck else do you need a hundred K for?”
He shoots another quick look around before sighing and pushing his glasses back up his nose. “You better come with me.”
I start to follow him when I hear Tommy shadow me. “What are you doing?”
“Not letting you go off with these strangers, for a start.”
“You threatened to kill me.”
“Technically, I didn’t,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. “I only held a gun to your head and said a bunch of vague things.”
“Oh, is that all?”
“You’re taking this way harder than you should be.”
“I’m starting to see why you and Perry get along so well.” I turn my back on Tommy, half expecting him to grab me from behind, and the whole time we follow Colin, I’m tuned in to where Tommy is and what he’s doing. If he makes any sudden movements, he’s in for it. I’m not going to let him catch me by surprise again.
We leave the main warehouse, and Colin leads us down twists and turns before we reach the very back, where there’s a metal flight of stairs leading to an upstairs area. He jogs on ahead of us, and I stick close to his heels, curious about where we’re going and what he’s doing here and, well, just about fucking everything.
When we reach the top, he pulls out a key and unlocks the door.
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he warns me.
“Yeah, of course.”
That must be enough for him because he pushes through the door and lets me in before he blocks Tommy’s path. “Not you.”
Tommy bops him on the nose. “If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.”
“It’s not about that.”
His mouth flattens, and then he shrugs. “Fine. But I’m telling the others where we are.”
“I don’t care,” Colin says in that bland, matter-of-fact way he speaks. Then he closes the door in Tommy’s face.
We’re in what looks like an apartment. Cream-painted walls and office-grade gray carpet. Colin passes me to walk into the living area that has a kitchenette on one side and a small couch and TV on the other.
And when I register the person sitting fretfully on the couch, I’m more confused than ever.
“Onyx?”
They manage a not-happy smile. “Reilly, in the nicest way possible: how the hell did you find us?”
I glance at Colin. “Security footage. You took money from the account, and Tommy was able to follow you.”
Onyx lets out a heavy sigh. “I told you to let me make those withdrawals for you.”
“For me?” Colin echoes. “I would have had to give you my PIN. That’s illegal.”
“It’s not illegal,” I add. “Just against the bank’s rules.”
It’s like I’ve forgotten how black-and-white Colin is. “Our accounts wouldn’t have been secure. I had to do it myself.”
“Yes, but now if these guys have found you, it won’t be hard for Carson Alexander to do the same,” Onyx points out.
I latch onto their words. “So it was Carson that you borrowed money from?”
