The Red Cross of Gold I:. The Knight of Death by Brendan Carroll Page A

over-sexed
Scot gone. How grand it must feel to have a woman as beautiful and
rich as Miss Sinclair begging for more!
    He picked up the shotgun and checked to make
sure it was loaded before locking the door of the monitor room
behind him. On the way upstairs, wondered what Valentino would say
if she knew her ‘little girl’ had banged the guy four times in the
past three hours. He knew who this guy was supposed to be, but
sometimes Valentino’s bullshit was just too crazy for him.
Immortal! Bullshit! There was no way this idiot was going to get
past the shotgun. No matter what Valentino had told him. He rounded
the stairs and headed up toward Merry’s room.
    He loved his job. Where else could he have
gotten such first rate live show and be paid to watch it? And the
guy wasn’t bad looking either. A hell of lot better than that
little wimp, Anthony, had been. Merry hadn’t even gotten to first
base with that little faggot. It didn’t matter that Valentino’s
ditzy blond bitch teased him mercilessly; at least she paid
attention to him. That was all he needed to make him happy. When
they were tired of playing with this one, he might have a chance at
him as well, but that would remain to be seen.
    He waited in the hall for Ramsay to come out.
He didn’t have long to wait. Ramsay opened the door and stepped
into the hall as if he owned the place. He didn’t pause until Maxie
pushed himself away from the wall and stepped in front of him.
Ramsay looked him dead in the eyes, causing him to shudder in spite
of the shotgun between them. Maxie could hear Merry sobbing inside
the bedroom.
    “Now why’d you want to go and hurt her
feelings like that, dipshit?” He asked and prodded him in the
stomach with the barrel of the gun. “That ain’t very nice.”
    “Step aside, sir, or I will be forced to kill
you. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy it, I am simply in a hurry, but I
believe God would understand if you press the point,” Ramsay said
coldly and lowered his head slightly.
    Maxie’s laugh died in his throat as the Scot
made his play for the weapon, disarming him before he had time to
register what had happened. The gun was simply in Ramsay’s hands
with the barrels pointed directly at his face. Maxie swallowed hard
and took a step backwards, looking at him in dismay. Mark smiled
wickedly at him and pulled back one of the hammers. The blood
drained from Maxie’s face as the trigger clicked into place.
    “Back!” Marked ordered him with a slight jerk
of the barrel.
    “Please be careful with that, sir,” Maxie
took a step backwards. “That’s a hair trigger, Mister. I filed it
myself.”
    “Back!” Mark repeated the gesture and Maxie
complied until he bumped into the railing and stopped.
    “Turn around,” Mark told him and moved
carefully toward the stairs, trying to keep his eyes on the man,
the doors along the balcony overlooking the foyer and the stairs
leading from the third floor at the same time.
    Maxie turned around slowly and grasped the
railing for support as his knees turned to water.
    “Now jump,” Mark told him and took two steps
forward toward him.
    “You can’t be serious!” Maxie moaned and Mark
jabbed him in the back with the shotgun. “It’ll kill me!”
    “Jump or your brains will precede you down,”
Mark repeated the order and Maxie heard the other trigger click
into place and felt the cold metal against the back of his
head.
    Maxie was crying as he lifted one foot and
placed it atop the railing. His bladder let go and Mark rolled his
eyes in disgust.
    "Get on with it!" he growled and the man
whimpered in fear.
    The bedroom door behind him suddenly burst
open and the Pixie rushed blindly onto the balcony, shouting at
Maxie not to shoot Mark Andrew. She ran directly into Mark’s back
in her panic, causing him to stumble forward. The gun rammed into
Maxie's back, knocking it loose from Mark's grasp before he went
down on one knee to catch his balance. Maxie screeched as the
shotgun’s