us. The triplets wanted to know who exactly targeted their business associate that we were hired to extract.
This poor fuck better cough up some answers while he still has a chance. They don’t call the Triplets and their crew the Slaughter House for nothing.
“You should put some ice on that,” Roni grumbles to Mil as he flexes his fists.
I can’t help wondering where the busted knuckles came from. He hasn’t hit the guy they’re roughing up. He looked pretty pissed when we arrived, now that I think of it. However, I know better than to ask questions now.
“Thanks, love. I’ll get it taken care of,” Mil says to Roni.
“Not your love. And suit yourself,” she replies.
Mil turns his eyes on her and glares a beat before he snorts to himself. He shoves his fists into his pockets and pushes off the wall to head over to his men and the ass whipping across the room. Again, I have questions. Maximilian is always decked out in a suit and converse. Usually, his appearance is impeccable—even after he kicks someone’s ass.
Something is definitely up with him.
“I want to thank you for being so shift and discrete about this,” Ole says, drawing my attention.
“Doing my job,” I say curtly.
He lights a cigarette and squints his eyes at me, then turns his focus to Roni. He’s been doing that a lot. I’m trying my best not to knock his teeth down his throat. That would be bad for business.
“You sure do have a pretty crew.”
I turn to him fully and glare. Placing my arms across my chest, I look him over as if he smells like shit. “Sorry, I’m not into guys, but thanks for the compliment.”
He chuckles. “While you are on the pretty side. I was talking about your little friend,” he says, letting his eyes scan over Roni and licking his lips. “I guess that works. She sure did have that motherfucker distracted when you came for me,” he says.
“I’ll filet the skin off your fucking face,” Roni hisses.
“Oh, yeah, I like you.”
“Mil, you done with us,” I bellow out to my cousin.
He turns to me and I can see all three of my cousins in one. He looks to Roni, grins, and gives me a nod. That’s all I need. I turn to Roni.
“Let’s go.”
This all could have ended so simply. We get this guy from the very bad guys, we bring back someone from the very bad guys, we get our money, and we go home. Nope, I’m John. So, of course, this shit goes way the fuck left.
It’s like it happens in slow motion. Ole reaches out for Roni and grabs her forearm. She spins and grabs him by the throat, lifts him in the air, and slams him on his back on the hard-concrete floor beneath us like it’s nothing.
“Roni,” I call.
It’s like she’s blacked out. She’s beating the shit out of this guy. I have to grab her around the waist and tug her off of him.
“Don’t you ever put your hands on me,” she yells, her chest heaving. “You will swallow your huevos if you ever come near me again. You hear me?”
Mil pulls a gun and fires at the asshole on the ground. I look to him and knit my brows. Mil, puts his gun away and fixes his suit.
“Inevitable outcome.” He shrugs. “You will still be paid. Nice to meet you, hell cat.”
With that, he turns away from us and walks out of the room, leaving us all behind.
Roni
“Do you want to talk about it?” John asks as he sits across from me on the private jet.
I keep my gaze on my lap. “Did I lose the job?”
He scoffs. “That’s what you’re worried about?”
When I bring my head up to look at him, he’s frowning back at me. I didn’t mean to lose my shit. That guy was giving me weird vibes from the time we picked him up. Arrogant asshole.
“I blacked out. I don’t know what happened. I cost that guy his life.”
“You didn’t cost him anything. Mil does everything with intent. That guy wasn’t making it out of that place whether he touched you or not. I was on the verge of knocking his ass the fuck out. If you want the job it’s yours,” John says.
“Really?” I narrow my eyes.
“You have a bad temper. We’ll deal with it. When you get back to the training center, I know all the things I want them to work on. That is if you