Page 46 of Destroyer
Bring it on
From Slash.
We’ll fill their veins with the venom of a million snakes, then slit their throats
Teddy chuffed out a laugh. He adored Slash. She was one of the baddest badasses he’d ever met. With the dessert platter in hand, Teddy returned to his office and resumed working, until a text interrupted his concentration.
Trick or treat?
It was from Sydney. Every cell in his body came alive. With his fingers flying over the small keypad, he typed out his response.
Tricks THEN treats
LOL
He stared at his phone like he was waiting for the winning lotto numbers.
Don’t be late. Fun awaits
Tension gripped his shoulders.
Fun? How in the hell can I have fun when this mission hangs over me?
His phone binged with a text from Greystone.
DON’T back out. Twenty guards at club. ThunderStrike drones. One night, fratello.
He replied to Greystone.
Then we fly
Teddy wasn’t afraid. He just wasn’t. He’d been trained by the best—his brothers and his cousin, Carrera. Now, he’d been tasked with taking down a group of mass murderers who lived to wreak havoc.
I might die trying, but I will not fail.
He was a Santini, from a line of Santinis born with vengeance in their bones. Those before him had forged the path, leaving trails of blood in their wake.
And he would be no different.
SYDNEY
Sydney pushedout of the rideshare car and strode into Hotel Dillinger dressed in a leather dominatrix costume. She was showing just enough skin to make her dangerous, but not enough to give it all away.
In her hand, she held a black leather whip. Her compact SIG Sauer was tucked inside her moto boots, a dagger sheathed at her waist. She’d blown her long hair out, darkened her masked eyes, reddened her lips, and walked with a swagger that had heads turning as she strutted through the stunning hotel lobby.
She dressed like a badass because shewasa badass.
On her way to the Bohemian room, she appreciated the twelve-foot-tall skeleton perched in the lobby of DC’s popular boutique hotel, his red-glowing eyes following her.
A woman dressed as Catwoman approached. “Happy Halloween! Are you Caroline Austin’s sister?”
“Depends.”
The woman stepped into her personal space. On instinct, Sydney placed her hand over the sheathed knife. The woman’s gaze dropped, then she laughed. “Caroline’s a close friend of mine. I’m Britain Dillinger, and this is my husband’s hotel.”
“How do you know my sis?”
“I know her fiancé, Grey, too,” Brit replied. “They had a dinner party while you were out of town, and I saw pics of you and Caroline. Are you meeting her here?”
