Page 42 of Framed for Life
I crack his kneecap.
“You got shit taste in clothing. Who wears slacks to a fucking raid?”
The bastard spits on me.
He pays. I break his other knee.
“Why are you here?” I demand.
The other guy clears his throat and grins, showing a row of gold teeth. “You don’t know?”
“I wouldn’t be fucking asking if I knew.”
I crack him in the thigh, making him grunt.
This one’s nervous. The way he flicks his eyes around as he keeps licking his lips is a dead fucking giveaway. This is my talker. ”Enlighten me, or I start cutting off your toes.”
I flick open the laces on his boot with my switchblade and knock it to the ground.
His breathing speeds up, his foot twitches.
“The blonde girl,” he spurts.
I stick his foot with the tip of my knife. “Which one.”
“Katie Harmon.”
I’ve never felt every muscle in my body coil at once.
“Why?” I yell in his face.
“The…the deed. I don’t know anything else.”
“Shut up, Vince!” the other man screams, thrashing around.
I motion for Ace to get him out of here.
When he’s gone, I drop Vince to the floor and drag his ass to a chair.
This time I press the knife to his jugular. “Start talking.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Do you think it will be much longer?” One of the party girls asks.
Reva shrugs, studying her own fingernails. “As long as it takes. But the gunshots have almost stopped.”
I was so relieved to hear Skull’s voice on the other side of that door, I almost cried. But it’s been at least an hour. Now I’m nothing but nerves and cold sweat.
Whitney puts some music on her phone and I resume pacing. “Is it always like this?” I ask.
Reva laughs. “Well…”
But she doesn’t finish.
“I’m not sure I can take this,” I reply, twisting my hair around my fingers. “Aren’t you worried sick about your men?”
“They do this for a living,” she says plainly. “You’ll see. They’re really good at dealing with this kind of crap.”
