Page 121 of Devilish Debt
“Jimmy Buffet’s housekeeper?”She ponders in obvious surprise.“Youactuallybelieve this irresponsible law practicing creatin is the one holding onto valuable, ancient treasure?”
“Eso fue racista,” grunts the man I hope can forgive me for what I’ve done to save them.
“Bit racist, yeah, but what do you expect from someone who’s probably never had toliterallywipe her own ass,” our water princess casually states.
“How about this?”Thad cheekily chimes.“How about we simplyaskthe man who was originally assigned the task for all the answers rather than wasting additional breath about how wrong you are?”Another word isn’t said prior to him stepping to the side and waving an open palm in my direction.“Mr.Fiorenzo.”
“Zero,” Garcia airily croaks out in both relief and worry.“You’re still alive.”
There isn’t time to open my mouth before Temperance states, “He is, but you won’t be it seems.”Her displeased glare is attached to the whirl of her lifted, pointed finger, an action that has the gunmen repositioning the weapons to be aimed at their foreheads.“I’d like to say I’msurprised; however, I am not.”Each man roughly grabs one of my partners.“I have found relying on men to be quite predictably disappointing.”
Again.
Ouch.
“It is such a shame you value your life more than theirs.”
“I don’t,” escapes without reluctance.
The corner of her lip kicks upward in premature victory leading her brother to gripe, “You forced me here toallowyou to say your permanent goodbye then?”
“I didn’t,” leaves my lips at the same pace.
“What exactly is your move, Mr.Fiorenzo?”Temperance huffs, arms folding firmly across her chest.“Because my patience is growing ridiculously thin foryouas much as my dear brother.”
“And my tolerance for youas much as my cunt sisteris also growing paper slim.”
“And I am thankful that I’m an only child,” a female voice I was expecting suddenly interjects, although much later than I was anticipating.
I guess I should’ve factored in the time the twins would waste going at each other like they were.
Learned that shit from Garcia and his sister.
They basically act like otters.
Squabble.
Verbally wrestle.
Eventually squash the shit and share a glass of wine.
Not that otters drink wine.
Or any alcohol.
But I bet if they did it’d be rum.
They just feel like a rum type of species.
“Who the bloody hell are you?”loudly scoffs Temperance from across the deck.“And how the bloody hell did you get onto my ship?”
“Tone.”Ravencroft disapprovingly points in her direction resulting in the male holding Salay hostage to abandon his hold and roughly grab her arm instead.“Volume.” The other man repeats the action to the opposite appendage.“Delivery.” Both of the men at Thad’s side fixate their gun on Temperance’s face as well.“I don’t like any of it.”
“Who-”
One single shake of her head has the guard to her left wedging the barrel of his baretta into her cheek at the same time Ravencroft commands, “Sh.”
“I do not know who you are,” Thad boldly states during his turning to face her, “but I doloveyour attitude.”
