by Evelyn Glass
“You fucking bitch!” he snarled, his voice dripping with rage. I bounced a few steps back from him, holding my hands up in front of me to defend myself but he had already clambered a good ten feet away from me. His nose was pouring blood, and if I had to describe what he was doing at that moment in time, I would have gone with “cowering.”
I strode over to him, and caught him by the lapels. He was heavy, so I couldn’t exactly lift him on to his feet, but I dragged his face closer to mine. His nose was clearly broken, and it was letting out a small whistling noise every time he breathed in. It would have been almost comical if it hadn’t been so pathetic. I lifted my fist to land another punch on him, determined to get the information I needed, but he held his hands up protectively over his head and let out a small whimper. I had never seen anything like it in my life: a grown–ass man, the head of some criminal empire, no less, sitting on the floor, gushing blood and trying to scramble away from a woman half his size. I wished I had a camera to capture this moment. Seems like Thaddeus didn’t like his pussy to scratch.
“Please, don’t,” he begged me, as I pulled my fist back to land another shot on him. I left it hanging in the air, the threat of it still very much present.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t,” I snarled. I hovered my fist threateningly over him, letting him know that at any second I could change my mind and send him sprawling with one more strike. How had he gotten this far in business with so little backbone? Had he always just surrounded himself with people who would protect and look after him no matter what? Surely, he would have had to throw a punch at least once in his life. Though, the way he was clutching at his nose and sidling away from me, I wouldn’t have been completely stunned if you’d told me he never had.
“I’ll tell you what Breaker knows,” he shot back quickly, instantly in negotiating mode. Now, here was something he was actually good at. I let my first drop for a moment, but didn’t release my grip on his lapels.
“Keep talking.”
“I told him…about how your father died,” he eyed me carefully, and I felt that dizzy, sick feeling one again, that sensation that seemed to send the floor shifting out from underneath me. But I kept my head in the game, and refocused my eyes on the man in front of me. Now was a chance to get the information I needed from him.
“And?” I pressed him.
“He traded you in for a name,” he went on, his voice slightly indistinct where I’d bashed his nose so hard that it wasn’t sitting straight anymore. “He would have done anything for it, I swear.”
“Including giving me to you?” I muttered, mostly to myself. Thaddeus didn’t answer, looking humiliated.
“If you don’t tell anyone about this, I’ll give you the name too,” he raised his eyebrows at me. Okay, now he had my attention. I leaned back on my heels, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Why should I believe you?” I demanded.
“I don’t give a shit who killed your father,” he snapped back in return, and I raised my fist again. He withdrew, and lowered his voice back to a tone that could at least be mistaken for respectful.
“Look, I’ve got no reason to lie to you,” he reasoned with me. “I just want to get out of here. And besides, it’s not like Breaker isn’t going to tell you, anyway.”
“Just…just fucking tell me who it is,” I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. I was enjoying having this much power over this piece of shit, but at the same time, I really, really hated that I had to hear this from him. I wanted to be the person who brought down the guy who killed my father. I wanted to pin him to a wall, to make him admit it, and take him in to the station to spend the rest of his disgusting little life locked up in a cell somewhere. Preferably with the entrance cemented over. I hated the fact that I had to get the help of a man like Thaddeus Bane, but needs must when the devil dances on your doorstep.
He took a deep breath before he spoke, examining my expression one more time, obviously trying to figure out if this was the only way out of his predicament. Upon seeing that it was, he finally spoke. For the first time in my life, I heard the name of the person who had killed my father.
“Raven Merlot.”
“What the fuck?” I wrinkled up my nose, confused. “What kind of stripper name is that?”
Thaddeus raised his eyebrows, and I could tell he was reveling in the fact that he had regained at least a little of his power.
“You wouldn’t dare say that to her face,” he shot back at me harshly. “She’s an assassin. And a good one, at that. You’ve probably seen her hanging out around the club. I think she’s jealous of Breaker and you, actually.”
“What the…” I thought back to the woman who had been watching us from the shadows that day as we had made our way out of the club and back to his apartment. Breaker had brushed me off when I had pointed out that she was staring at us, but I had known at once that there was something amiss. That had to be her. I could still remember the way her eyes bored into mine, the way she seemed to get a read on me as soon as she set eyes on me. I wondered how long she’d been watching us from the darkness like that. I wondered how much she knew.
“They used to fuck, Breaker and Raven,” he went on, and I could tell he was taking some kind of twisted pleasure in the fact that he got to be the one to break this news to me. “Oh yeah, they were a pretty hot couple back in the day. If I was him, I’d never have let that piece of ass go…”
I shoved him back down to the ground in one, harsh motion. I didn’t need to hear anymore. I didn’t want to. He collapsed in a heap at my feet, shutting up at once. Every time I felt as though I had a grasp on the situation, someone delivered me a new pile of information and it felt as though everything was spinning out of control again.
I went for the door, and yanked it open. Thad called out to me, his voice small and pathetic from where he was crumpled on the floor.
“Breaker promised me the whole night with you,” he snarled, but there was a weakness to his voice now. I always knew that these kinds of guys were cowards at heart, but I hadn’t expected Thaddeus to reveal himself quite so quickly or quite so pathetically.
“Breaker’s got a lot of explaining to do,” I snapped back, and slammed the door shut behind me. I was sick of the men around me using me like currency, lying to me, back–tracking and trying to make themselves out to be the good guy. And I needed someone to take it out on.
Chapter Seventeen
As soon as I got into the apartment, I started questioning my decision. I had handed Angel over for nothing more than a name. A name! Would she accept that as a response when I told her the truth? Jesus, I had no idea what Thaddeus would be doing to her, and frankly I didn’t even want to know. My stomach twisted up into a knot, and I knew the only thing that would calm me down would be a solid shot of whisky. Or several. I went to the cupboard, and pulled out the bottle I had stashed in there a few nights before. I swigged straight from the cheap plastic, grimacing as the liquid burned its way down my throat. But it helped, at least a little. I would need to put the whole bottle away before I forgot what he had told me, though, and what I had done to get it.
Raven Merlot. I had always teased her about that name – I told her that it sounded like the name of someone who spent their evenings dancing around poles at a sleazy bar, but she ignored me, shooting me foul looks in response to my flippancy. We had met at some club meeting that I’d somehow snaked my way into thanks to my connections with a few of the members, and we ended up fucking in her car before I took her back to my place that evening. She didn’t leave for a week, and after that, she became the closest thing to a girlfriend that I’d had in years.
I didn’t find out what she did for a long time. She was always careful to dodge the question when I brought it up, and aligned herself with my brand of petty criminality instead of telling me the truth. In fact, it was Thad who broke the news to me. He took me aside, slapped an arm around my shoulder, and asked if I knew what my girlfriend did for a living. S
he was leaning up against the bar at the other side of the room, in a pair of tight jeans and a sweater, and Thad was being his usual asshole self. I stepped out from under his arm and turned to him. I didn’t work for him, I didn’t owe him any of the niceties that his staff did.
“We don’t really do much talking,” I replied, knowing that it would piss him off that this woman was more into me than him. He was the type to cock his leg up and piss on a chick if he thought it would keep other guys away from her; I, on the other hand, didn’t bother with that. There were enough women with their eyes on me that I’d never needed to be possessive. If some chick was done with me, that was fine; someone else was ready for a turn. He frowned, and spat the words out at my feet in annoyance.
“She does wet works for me,” he replied. “Has for years. She ever tell you about that?”
I didn’t answer, doing my best to keep my face neutral as I assessed the situation. Thad grinned at me triumphantly, and I could tell that he was loving this. He always like to get one over on any of the guys who refused to work for him, and I was one of them. He loved every moment of my conflicted, confused attempt to sort out what to do.
I confronted Raven about it later in the evening. I half–expecting her to deny the whole thing, call me crazy and take me back to her place to fuck the idea out of my head. But she didn’t. We were outside her place, having a cigarette, when I got the words out at last.
She paused, letting an exhale of smoke envelop her face for a moment, as though she was hiding from me. Then, she replied.
“Well, yeah.”
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed, stunned. I had known she was involved in some shady shit, but I had never delved too deep into it – honor amongst thieves, and all that shit.
“It was the only way I could get out of doing…other shit for them,” she sounded agitated. “it’s not a big deal, is it?”
“Uh, yeah,” I replied. “There’s a lot of cons out in the world, and even drugs, but killing people, Raven? Shit…”
I trailed off, and let the words hang in the air between us. I had done a lot of mildly terrible crap over the course of my life, but I could never imagine hurting someone the way that she had. Murder was…shit, that was a whole other level of black hat. I looked at her small hands, and imagined them wrapped around the grip of a gun. The thought was unsettling.
“What was the other shit they wanted you to do?” I asked, frowning, cycling back over her words once my surprise had diminished. She shook her head and waved her hand, and I knew the conversation – and the relationship, such as it was – was over right then and there.
“It’s not important,” she said, her gaze tight on mine as she dared me to challenge her. “I’ll tell you about it some other time.”
She never did, and we split up about two weeks later. I told myself it was for the best. I’d known people who ran with murderers and dirty players, and sooner or later, they ended up deeper than they meant to be. I was happy running low level cons and playing cards. When she kicked my ass out of her bed, I was a little relieved, even if I’d never met anyone else who was quite as wild in bed as she was. We stayed out of each other’s way. I didn’t see her until I returned to Thaddeus’ club, and spotted her watching Angel and I from across the room.
And I’ll admit, it was a shock to see her. The way she looked at the two of us, I could see something in her eyes – it wasn’t quite jealousy, but something else, something more profound than that. The way she eyed me, it wasn’t regret or anger or anything else that you might feel upon seeing an old lover for the first time. That expression was stuck in my mind, and had since I’d last seen her. I needed to figured out exactly what she meant with that look, but I had no way to seek her out and ask her. Well, maybe I could ask about for a hitman and see if she turned up? If she was still working there after all those years, I had to assume she was pretty damn good.
I took another sip of my drink. All this thinking about Raven wasn’t doing much to distract me from the fact that Angel was out there with Thaddeus, probably convinced that I had sold her out and that I didn’t give a flying fuck about her. What would I do when she got back? Tell her the truth, that I had the name of the person who killed her father? And, oh, that person just so happened to be my ex–lover? Yeah, I’m sure that would go very well.
I continued drinking, still standing up, leaning against the counter. My brain was starting to get blurry around the edges, my thoughts running into each other a little but not enough for me to actually forget what I had done today. I had to trust that Angel was a big girl, and could take care of herself. She’d certainly handled me just fine.
Suddenly, I heard a noise at the back end of the apartment, from the bedroom. I carefully placed the bottle down, quiet enough that it wouldn’t alert anyone to my presence. We had already had one break–in here, and I had assumed that we wouldn’t be getting another. Angel had taken that guy down so unequivocally, and no doubt he had reported back to Thaddeus and his crew l that we were not to be fucked with. So what kind of person would they send back here to finish the job? They’d have to be fucking insane.
I didn’t move a muscle, ears pricked. Maybe I was just being paranoid and I hadn’t heard anything. I was already on edge as it was, and it wouldn’t have taken a lot for my overactive imagination to fill in blanks where there were none. But then I heard the unmistakable sound of a pistol cocking, and my heart began to pound in my chest.
Adrenalin lanced through my body. I needed to find some way to arm myself. I looked around, but I couldn’t see much beyond the useless dinner knives bunched up in a cluster on the counter. Those wouldn’t do much good against bullets.
We were both aware of each other at that second, but neither of us moved another muscle. My ears were pricked, but I couldn’t so much make out the sound of someone breathing through there. Whoever they had sent, they weren’t fucking around. This person wanted me dead, and if I hadn’t already been on high alert, they might well have picked me off where I stood.
I made out the sudden sound of fabric rustling, someone moving towards the door. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and peered through the frame, but I couldn’t make anything out. And then, at last, she revealed herself.
Raven stepped out from behind the doorframe at once, and scanned the room. It was as though she wasn’t there looking for me. If she had been, she’d have started shooting as soon as she laid eyes on me, no questions asked, no second chances. But she didn’t. The gun was only half–raised, and she let out a sharp breath of air as though annoyed at what she saw in front of her. And then, after a moment’s pause, she raised the gun and pointed it in my direction.
“Raven–“ I tried to reason with her, but I knew there was no point. She aimed briefly, cocking her head to the side, and steadied her hands for a moment. I took the split–second chance and barreled towards her, head down low, as she let loose the first shot. It sailed over me as I ploughed into her, wrapping my arms around her small waist and bringing her down easily. She was still tiny, and I was able to restrain her without trouble – she pointed the gun up at me once more and let loose another shot, but I knocked her hands to the side, and the bullet whiffed past me. I wrestled the weapon from her hands and clicked out the cartridge, then dumped the gun ten feet away. I grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head. There was a moment, with her pinned beneath me, breathing hard, where my brain got confused. How many times had I held her like this when we were together? But that wasn’t where I was now, and I pushed my thoughts far away from that before my dick got any big ideas.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded, but she slid her eyes away from mine. She was still looking around the room, as though she expected to see someone else. Angel? Surely not. Everyone must have known she was at Thad’s that evening, he’d probably broadcast that to the whole damn—
Before I could linger a second longer on those thoughts, the door clicked open behind me, and I snapped my hea
d around to see who it was. The sight made my stomach drop to the floor.
Chapter Eighteen
If there’s one thing that’s going to let you know how you really feel about someone, it’s walking in on them on top of their ex–girlfriend.
The door had been unlocked when I’d made my way up to Breaker’s place; I hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but as soon as I got inside, I saw why he’d been so distracted.
I couldn’t see them at first, as they were lying just inside the bedroom door, but as soon as I got closer, I could tell for certain that it was her. I felt a wash of humiliation across my body, my skin prickling as I stared down at the two of them like that. He had her hands pinned up over her hand and was straddling her, her small form looking delicate beneath his. I closed my eyes for a moment, but the image of them both was imprinted in my brain. The man I thought I was falling for, and the woman who had killed my father. Double whammy. Didn’t get much more fucked–up than that.
“Jesus,” I muttered to myself. Thad had to have been lying. Breaker had clearly only wanted me out of this place so he could spend some time reconnecting with this Raven bitch. I clenched my fists, so hard I was surprised blood didn’t come trickling from between my fingers. I wanted to kick him off her and choke the life out of her there and then, to make her pay for what she’d done to my father. The best I could manage was removing myself from the situation post–fucking–haste, before I did anything that could be held against me in a court of law.