Page 50 of Hunter's Revenge
I raise my gun and fire a shot into the roof. That has everyone cowering.
“I’m not going to ask you again.”
“How the fuck is this fair?” Conrad challenges, getting up and coming toward me. His third mistake of the evening. His first was what he did to Gwen, the second was pissing me off by challenging me.
“This bitch owes me a lot of money. I want it.” The more he talks, the more I see he’s not very bright.
And neither are his men. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of the bulky one who looks like a bulldog reaching for his gun.
Before the asshole can take his next breath, I pull one of my knives from my jacket and throw it at him. The knife wedges his hand into his leg, sending him to his knees, howling with pain.
I whip around with one hand on my gun and one on Gwen, looking at the shocked faces of Conrad and the other men.
Mentally, I mull over what other weapons I brought with me. I don’t have my full ensemble, but I have enough, plus my strength.
“Conrad, I’m going to give you a piece of advice. Don’t fuck with me. I’m not like my brothers. I will kill you.” Everyone knows my brothers are ruthless men who show no mercy. What I mean by saying I’m not like them is they still have some humanity. Something that would stop them from killing meaninglessly. I don’t have any such thing to stop me. If I ever had it, it died alongside the man I was in that prison. “One last time. Give me the dog and let me see the loan agreement.”
With great reluctance, Conrad gives the man at the far left a nod. The man walks through the back door.
I keep my gun ready just in case he tries any shit. I don’t want Gwen to get hurt.
Conrad opens his desk drawer, searches through some files, then sets an agreement on the desk.
“Now, we both know Miss St. James didn’t agree to this.” I keep my eyes and my gun on him. I’m glad when he doesn’t protest and insist that she did because I would just kill him.
“Maybe so, but I’m out of pocket by a hundred and seventy-five grand.”
“And you’re going to stay that way. That strike to her face is payment enough.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He steps forward.
“Do I look like I’m kidding? Believe me, Conrad Duncan, you don’t want a problem with me. Since you know who I am, I shouldn’t have to tell you it wouldn’t be a good idea to piss me off.”
His face turns to a stony mask of defeat, and he nods. “Alright, play it your way.”
“Of course. Now, tear up that agreement.” I wave the gun toward it.
He picks up the document and tears it in half.
“Good boy.” I smile. “Now, what you’re going to do is this: delete Gwen’s name from your system and your mind. You and your people will not go to her restaurant, anywhere near her house, or her ever again. Is that understood?”
He looks at Gwen for a moment, then nods slowly.
At that moment, the other guy returns with Sebastian. Gwen rushes toward them and he hands her the dog, who I see is injured. Matted blood covers the entire right side of Sebastian’s fur, and he looks despondent even though he’s looking at Gwen.
Seeing that rekindles my anger, and I think of the perfect way to part with Conrad Duncan.
“One last thing, Conrad,” I say.
“What? What now?”
“Which hand did you use to strike Gwen?” I give him a malicious smile.
He stares back at me with the fear of God in his eyes. “Why? It’s done and dusted. I’ve agreed to waiver the loan.”
“Which hand did you use to strike Gwen?” I ask again, emphasizing every syllable of my words.
“This one.” He holds up his right hand.