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Page 107 of Lord of Vice

“You should,” he growled and made a turn. The man had insisted on driving, worried my rage and lack of sleep would be the perfect cocktail for a horrific wreck. I couldn’t blame him. “By the way, now that the dust has settled, you gonna let me in on who the fuck this Death Squad is? It sounds like some heavy metal band.”

I’d yet to talk to the two members of the Brotherhood, still uncertain if I wanted to join the organization. “Bad news, brother.”

“Oh, great. That’s all you’re going to give me.”

“I’ll just say a secret organization spread across the world, members unknown but all wealthy and powerful. They use the assassins who attacked us to handle the needed bloodshed so they can keep their identities private.”

“Wow. That sounds like some crazy movie.”

“Tell me about it. However, I’m beginning to believe everything I learned is very real, the members extremely dangerous.” I was more than curious if the Santos men had talked with their birth father. It would be interesting to hear the chatter coming out of South America.

“So what from here?”

“I’m not one hundred percent certain. Did you confirm Rocco’s death?”

“Yeah, he was with the girl who used to be Penny’s roommate. Apparently, your main squeeze was right about their relationship. I called the police for kicks and giggles.”

My main squeeze. I wasn’t going to get angry with his use of terminology. I was simply on edge. Until I finished erasing the earth of the scum allowing the attack, I would remain that way.

“You gonna take some time off to regroup?”

“Maybe.”

“Mr. Indecisive. I think that pretty girl has you tied up in knots.”

While I didn’t care for teasing, I knew Konstantin was trying to put me in a better mood.

As he pulled to a stop, I thought about how I wanted to handle the last remaining piece.

For now.

I’d need to talk with the Brotherhood, but not yet. “Is he alone?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t suspect we’re onto him.”

“You’re sure he has no idea?”

He threw the gear into park and cut the engine. For this, I hadn’t brought a brigade of soldiers. There was no need. “Your decision to install the additional layer of security was a damn good one. That’s what I can tell you. Your funds are secure, the resorts running smoothly; there’s no issues at the casinos and a diamond shipment had even been cleared for arrival in a day. You’re back in regular business without a hitch.”

Except for my estate and hotel suite still looking like Swiss cheese. Granted, things could be replaced, but people…

I’d taken killing people lightly. But I’d been reminded why it was necessary.

This was another prime example. “Let’s get this over with.”

There was nothing special about the little house in a typical neighborhood outside of Vegas. This was an area highlighting how real people lived. In fact, the house was quaint, although not well maintained.

Given it was now dark, I had no fear of prying neighbors. While in my mind I’d pictured all the vile things I wanted to do to the man, I’d made the determination that my time was better spent trying to comfort Penny.

If that was possible.

As I headed for the front door, I gathered a whiff of barbequed chicken on a charcoal grill. The fragrance was distinct and for the first time in days, I felt hunger pains. I wondered if I really could enjoy learning to use the grill. I chuckled from the thought. Maybe. It was worth a try.

I was almost surprised to find the door unlocked. Once I opened it, I could hear the news coming from a television in a room toward the back. I’d yet to select my weapon of choice, preferring to do that when I noticed Hank’s eyes when he realized why we were inside his house.

While I loathed men who begged for their lives like sniveling children, those who acted like they had some kind of remorse didn’t receive the worst of my wrath.

Sure, it was like the pot calling the kettle black, but I made the rules.




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