Page 60 of The Devil's Revelation
TWENTY-NINE
IZZY
I’m damn lucky I escaped when I did.
Of course our shower took longer than ten minutes. How the hell can I shower quickly when Torque is washing me and making sure to get every crease and crevice until I was quivering with need again? Which of course, ended with the two of us having sex against the shower wall. If there’s one thing about Torque, he definitely has stamina, and knows what he’s doing. It’s enough to make me almost forget about him being an asshole with Zeb.
Almost. The sex might be great, but he’s going to have to pay the piper. For now though, I’ll let him think he’s safe.
When we get down into the common room, I see the smirks that are quickly hidden when they realize I see them, but I do like Torque suggested and don’t let them see me squirm. I’m doing plenty of that internally.
Torque leads me through people until we reach Bullet and Shadow, who are standing near a short hallway at the back of the room. “Izzy,” Bullet says with a smile at me. “You up for answering a couple of questions?”
I nod. “Sure. Anything I can do to help.”
“Come on back,” he says, turning and heading down the hall to another room.
When we walk in, my eyes widen. It’s clear that this is the tech hub of the clubhouse. The amount of screens on the wall is insane, and the man sitting in front of them is currently typing on his keyboard faster than my eyes can keep up.
His cut declares him as Cryos, and he’s far too pretty to be a biker if you ask me. When he looks over at me, he gives me a charming smile and says, “Nice to finally meet you in person, Izzy. Sorry that it’s under these circumstances but you get tired of this asshole, you let me know and I’ll show you a good time.”
I chuckle. “Nice to meet you, and I’ll keep that in mind.” I ignore the glare Torque sends me, but I don’t miss the grin Cryos sends his way.
“Like hell,” Torque mutters behind me.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes, instead focusing on Bullet who says, “Cryos has some information he found and wants to go over with you, see if it jogs your memory.”
“Sure.” I look back at Cryos who nods. He clicks a few buttons and one of the screens in front of me fills with pictures and information on the guys at the shop. Starting with Sergio. I narrow my eyes when I see the name. “Wait, his name isn’t Sergio?”
“All the men in this shop are Russian with the exception of Charlie,” Cryos explains. “Sergio is actually Sergey Dorosh. Nothing about him comes up unless you’re really digging. As far as anyone is concerned, he’s Italian and moved here with his mother when he was fifteen. In reality, he came over with his Russian father when he was ten, and he’s been in a life of crime ever since. He’s low level and has mostly stayed off the radar. His rap sheet is mostly small shit, with one or two domestic violence arrests against his former wife.”
I stare at the mugshot of Sergio—no,Sergey—in a bit of disbelief. How the hell did I not see this? Now that I see the information of what he did to his wife on screen, I shudder. “Did he kill his wife?” I ask.
“Nothing concrete, but more than likely,” Cryos answers. “Our friend Sergey here isn’t known for his love for women. I’m surprised he hired you, to be honest.”
I am too. “He didn’t really care for me, but I did grunt work so he left me alone unless he felt I screwed up or one of the other guys said I did.”
Cryos nods. He clicks a few more buttons and Sergey disappears off the screen and now it fills with the guys I worked with in the shop. “As I said before, Charlie is the only one who isn’t Russian, but from what I can see, he has Russian ties through his mother’s side. Charlie Lidell is a loner, no wife or girlfriend that I can find on record. He does spend time at a strip club in the next town over, but I have a feeling that has more to do with the kinds of things the girls over there offer their clients than anything,” he adds drily.
“Fifty bucks says he’s itching before he even leaves,” Torque snickers.
I shudder in disgust. “Gross.”
“Next up we have Ray. AKA Stefan Markov. He came here with his family back in the seventies, but changed his name to sound more American. He’s been working at the garage since it opened fifteen years ago. From what I can tell, he’s kept his nose clean his entire life, and has a wife and two sons. No criminal history that I can find under either name.”
“He was ambivalent towards me,” I say thoughtfully. “He didn’t like me being there, and he gave me the shit jobs, but he rarely said anything too nasty.”
“You think he might be there against his will?” Shadow asks thoughtfully.
“Possible,” Cryos says with a frown. “Could be he took the job and now that the mob is involved he’s stuck and knows it. So he’s trying to stay off the radar as much as possible. I don’t see any payments in his account that would say he’s being paid extra for this work, but I’m still digging.”
“Hmm,” Shadow says, and I can all but hear the wheels in his head turning.
“Next up we have Enzo AKA Edik Chernoff. This guy has a rap sheet a mile long and he’s got everything from assault to theft to attempted murder. And that’s all in the last ten years before he came here from overseas.”
“Sounds like a real prince,” Torque quips.
“A prince who will murder you in your sleep,” I retort. “God, I got the feeling he wasn’t the best guy, but he’s definitely good at hiding who he is.”
