Night Huntress 02.5 - Happily Never After by Jeaniene Frost Page B
Authors: Jeaniene Frost
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close jugular, but he controlled himself. As soon as he got off this boat, he'd find a nice tasty person to score a pint off of. Hell, maybe even two nice tasty persons. After all, he'd owe himself a treat after getting his brains rearranged.
"Don't fuck with me," Robert said in a menacing tone. "Right after Frazier went missing, you showed up in town shadowing Isa . No one knows you, you don't have no record, no ID, no nothing. It's like you're a fucking ghost. But I don't believe in ghosts, so you know what I think? I think you're some kind of loose-cannon mercenary the Salucci brothers hired to break Frazier out. Isa's a bit shy, so she needed a little persuading to agree to marry me. But if her brother's on the loose, it's a potential issue for me. Makes me look bad, which then means the Saluccis get the syndicate support, and I don't."
"That's an interesting theory," Chance noted. "Go on. I'll tell you if you're getting warmer."
Robert glared at him but continued. "I figure you got greedy. Began playing both sides, since if the Salucci brothers had Frazier, they would have taunted me with it every time they'd been around me. Guess you thought you could drive up whatever price they'd agreed to pay you, because you thought you was holding all the cards. Well, guess what? I call your hand, and you got nothing . In fact, you're about five seconds away from a horrible death, and the only thing that's gonna save you is if you tell me where Frazier is. Otherwise, I'm gonna to let Paul shoot you in the head, and then we're gonna throw your dead ass off this boat. You'll spend the rest of eternity rotting on the bottom of this river, understand? So what's it gonna be? Life or death?"
Chance met his gaze with absolute coldness. "Even if I knew where Frazier Spaga was, I would never tell you, so you may as well have your man shoot me and stop wasting my time."
Robert straightened. "You stupid fuck. Those were just your last words."
Chance let a smirking Paul finish wrapping the chains around him before securing them, as promised, with a solid lock. Then he let them press his feet into the cement, piling the gray substance up until it encased his lower calves. He let them lead him to the edge of the boat, the three of them supporting him, since he couldn't very well walk with his feet immobilized in the bucket.
"One last chance," Robert said, pointing at the churning dark water before them. "You talkin ' or what?"
Chance smiled icily. "I'll talk the next time I see you, and that'll be sooner than you think."
"Stupid mook ," Robert muttered. Then he nodded to Paul, who grinned as he placed his gun to the side of Chance's temple.
"Fuck you," Paul said, and pulled the trigger.
The resulting explosion made Chance unaware of the exact moment when they shoved him in the water. He came to with his feet—still in that bucket, of course—on the river's bottom with his head hurting just as much as he knew it would.
Oh yes. He was going to eat every last one of them and use their veins as dental floss!
But first things first…
Chance kicked free out of the bucket and ripped the lock off his chains with one hard tug. Then, after a few minutes of unwinding and shaking the last of the cement globs from his feet, he began to ascend toward the surface.
If he had his choice, he'd swim after Robert's boat and drink them all until his stomach bulged, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Someone else had Frazier Spaga . Could Robert have guessed correctly? Was it the Salucci brothers, and they hadn't bragged about it because they were more disciplined than Robert realized?
There was only one way to find out.
Robert's boat was moving at a good clip. None of the men were on the aft side anymore, thus they missed seeing Chance's head pop out from the waves as he began to swim back toward the city.
Chapter 7
Isabella looked up as the door to her restaurant
"Don't fuck with me," Robert said in a menacing tone. "Right after Frazier went missing, you showed up in town shadowing Isa . No one knows you, you don't have no record, no ID, no nothing. It's like you're a fucking ghost. But I don't believe in ghosts, so you know what I think? I think you're some kind of loose-cannon mercenary the Salucci brothers hired to break Frazier out. Isa's a bit shy, so she needed a little persuading to agree to marry me. But if her brother's on the loose, it's a potential issue for me. Makes me look bad, which then means the Saluccis get the syndicate support, and I don't."
"That's an interesting theory," Chance noted. "Go on. I'll tell you if you're getting warmer."
Robert glared at him but continued. "I figure you got greedy. Began playing both sides, since if the Salucci brothers had Frazier, they would have taunted me with it every time they'd been around me. Guess you thought you could drive up whatever price they'd agreed to pay you, because you thought you was holding all the cards. Well, guess what? I call your hand, and you got nothing . In fact, you're about five seconds away from a horrible death, and the only thing that's gonna save you is if you tell me where Frazier is. Otherwise, I'm gonna to let Paul shoot you in the head, and then we're gonna throw your dead ass off this boat. You'll spend the rest of eternity rotting on the bottom of this river, understand? So what's it gonna be? Life or death?"
Chance met his gaze with absolute coldness. "Even if I knew where Frazier Spaga was, I would never tell you, so you may as well have your man shoot me and stop wasting my time."
Robert straightened. "You stupid fuck. Those were just your last words."
Chance let a smirking Paul finish wrapping the chains around him before securing them, as promised, with a solid lock. Then he let them press his feet into the cement, piling the gray substance up until it encased his lower calves. He let them lead him to the edge of the boat, the three of them supporting him, since he couldn't very well walk with his feet immobilized in the bucket.
"One last chance," Robert said, pointing at the churning dark water before them. "You talkin ' or what?"
Chance smiled icily. "I'll talk the next time I see you, and that'll be sooner than you think."
"Stupid mook ," Robert muttered. Then he nodded to Paul, who grinned as he placed his gun to the side of Chance's temple.
"Fuck you," Paul said, and pulled the trigger.
The resulting explosion made Chance unaware of the exact moment when they shoved him in the water. He came to with his feet—still in that bucket, of course—on the river's bottom with his head hurting just as much as he knew it would.
Oh yes. He was going to eat every last one of them and use their veins as dental floss!
But first things first…
Chance kicked free out of the bucket and ripped the lock off his chains with one hard tug. Then, after a few minutes of unwinding and shaking the last of the cement globs from his feet, he began to ascend toward the surface.
If he had his choice, he'd swim after Robert's boat and drink them all until his stomach bulged, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Someone else had Frazier Spaga . Could Robert have guessed correctly? Was it the Salucci brothers, and they hadn't bragged about it because they were more disciplined than Robert realized?
There was only one way to find out.
Robert's boat was moving at a good clip. None of the men were on the aft side anymore, thus they missed seeing Chance's head pop out from the waves as he began to swim back toward the city.
Chapter 7
Isabella looked up as the door to her restaurant
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