Page 59 of My Crazy Killers
“Peter!” I gasp in shock. “You—You—You pecker!”
He bursts out laughing, and even Dex starts to bounce behind me as he presses his face into the back of my shoulder, trying to contain his laughter.
“Oh, angel, I love when you aim that fire at me. Makes me want to tease you more.”
“Careful, Peter, or I’ll put you at the bottom of my list.”
His eyes widen instantly as he sits up straight. “What list?”
“None of your business, just behave. I promise you don’t want to be at the bottom.”
“Why? Who’s at the bottom now?” I try to think of an answer, but I am totally kidding. I don’t have a list. But if I did, he’d definitely be at the bottom now. That thought has me narrowing my eyes at him, which, by the excited grin on his face, just works him up more.
“Can we focus, please?” Sly asks, leveling a glare at Pete.
“Me?!” Pete asks in shock. “Wren’s the one causing trouble.”
Sly raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re blaming your behavior on our sweet little Wren here?” He reaches over and cups my cheek, stroking his thumb along my skin, making me smile up at him. God, I love this man. He can make me all gooey with just one touch. He knows it, too, by the glint in his eye.
He lets go, and I glance over at Pete, who’s staring at us in shock. I give him a smug grin before turning back to Harry. “Harry?” He looks at me with a smile, as if he’s been enjoying our banter. “If you had all the resources you needed, how would you stop Ivan?”
His brows pinch in thought as he pushes his glasses up his nose, then presses his fingertips together, steepling them under his chin. “Interesting question. I think first, I’d stop that shipment from getting distributed. Then I’d probably just bomb the whole warehouse and his home.”
“Warehouse?” Elias asks, perking up at that word.
“Yeah, the one where he’s storing all the Black Heats.”
“Wait, let me get this straight,” Elias says, holding out a hand. “You actually know where those weapons are. Right now?”
Harry laughs as if it's obvious. “Of course. Why? Don’t you?”
“No…” Elias says, dragging out the word. “We didn’t even know what it was until we got here.”
“Does that mean you can stop it from shipping? If I tell you where it is?” Harry asks hopefully.
“It’s not that simple, but we’ll try,” Elias tells him.
“How are we supposed to stop a shipment of guns?” I ask, trying to figure out what we’re supposed to do next.
“I guess we could steal them,” Dex suggests. “How many are there? A crate or two?”
Harry chuckles, looks at Dex, then bends over, clutching his stomach, as he starts howling with laughter. We all just watch him, unsure what the joke is. After a minute, his laughter dies down, and he wipes his tears away before finally seeing our faces.
“Wait—You weren’t serious,were you?”
Nobody answers, and he pours himself a double shot of vodka and throws it back. Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he looks at each of us before shaking his head. “You kids are in way over your heads. Maybe you should just go back home to mommy and daddy and stop trying to play in the big leagues. You’re gonna get yourselves killed.”
“I’m thirty-nine,”Jagger signs, glaring at the man.
“What’s that? Sign language?” Harry asks, clearly not knowing what Jagger said.
“He said he’s not a kid, he’s thirty-nine,” I translate for him.
“And we can’t go home,” Pete explains. “We made a deal with our government. We don’t get to go home without a list of Ivan’s contacts and his head on a platter.”
Harry lets out a long whistle before shaking his head and filling his glass again. “I guess there’s only one thing left to say,” he raises his glass, “welcome to Russia!”
I press my back into Dex to help ground me. What have we gotten ourselves into? How are we supposed to take down the biggest mafia king in the world when we didn’t even know he had a warehouse full of some revolutionary weapon?
