Lover Awakened (Black Dagger Brotherhood #3)(3)

With a casual stroll, Mr. X started looking around the place, not measuring the order of objects, but searching. “I was told you just got another one.”

O put the cleaning rod down and counted the weapons he had on his body. Throwing knife at his right thigh. Glock at the small of his back. He wished he had more. “I picked him up downtown about forty-five minutes ago outside of ZeroSum. He’s in one of the holes, coming around.”

“Good work.”

“I’m planning on going out again. Right now.”

“Are you?” Mr. X paused in front of the shelving and picked up a serrated hunting knife. “You know, I’ve heard something that’s pretty goddamned alarming.”

O kept his yap shut and moved his hand onto his thigh, closer to the butt of his blade.

“Not going to ask me what it is?” the Fore-lesser said as he walked over to the three storage units in the earth. “Maybe that’s because you already know the secret.”

O palmed his knife as Mr. X lingered over the mesh metal plates that covered the tops of the sewer pipes. He didn’t give a shit about the first two captives. The third was no one’s business but his.

“No vacancies, Mr. O?” The tip of Mr. X’s combat boot nudged at one of the sets of ropes that disappeared down into each of the holes. “I thought you killed off two after they had nothing worthwhile to say.”

“I did.”

“So with the civilian you caught tonight, there should be one empty pipe. Instead, you’re jam-packed.”

“I caught another.”

“When?”

“Last night.”

“You are lying.” Mr. X kicked off the mesh cover of the third unit.

O’s first impulse was to surge to his feet, take two running strides, and punch his knife into Mr. X’s throat. But he wouldn’t make it that far. The Fore-lesser had a nifty trick of freezing his subordinates in place. All he had to do was look at you.

So O stayed put, shaking from the effort of keeping his ass on the stool.

Mr. X took a penlight out of his pocket, clicked it on, and angled the beam into the hole. As a muffled squeak came out, his eyes peeled wide. “Jesus Christ, it really is a female! Why the hell wasn’t I told?”

O slowly rose to his feet, letting the knife hang by his thigh in the folds of his cargo pants. His grip on the handle was steady, sure. “She’s new,” he said.

“That’s not what I hear.”

In quick strides, Mr. X went to the bathroom and threw back the clear plastic shower curtain. With a curse, he kicked the bottles of girlie shampoo and baby oil that were lined up in the corner. Then he marched over to the ammunition supply closet and pulled out the ice chest that was hidden behind it. He upended the thing so the food inside hit the floor. As lessers didn’t chew and swallow, that was as clear a confession as any.

Mr. X’s pale face was furious. “You’ve been keeping a pet, haven’t you?”

O considered his plausible denials while he measured the distance between them. “She’s valuable. I use her in my interrogations.”

“How?”

“Males of the species don’t like to see a female hurt. She’s an inducement.”

Mr. X’s eyes narrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

“This is my center. You gave it to me to run as I want.” And when he found the f*cker who’d squealed, he was going to peel the bastard’s skin off in strips. “I take care of business here, and you know it. How I do the job shouldn’t matter to you.”

“I should have been told.” Abruptly, Mr. X went still. “You thinking of doing something with that knife in your hand, son?”

Yeah, Dad, as a matter of fact I am. “Am I in charge here or not?”

As Mr. X shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet, O primed for a collision.

Except his cell phone went off. The first ring was shrill in the tense air, like a scream. The second seemed less of an intrusion. The third was no BFD.

As their head-on got derailed, it dawned on O that he wasn’t thinking clearly. He was a big guy and a damn good fighter, but he was no match for Mr. X’s tricks. And if O got himself injured or killed, who would take care of his wife?

“Answer it,” Mr. X commanded. “And put it on speakerphone.”

The news was from another Prime. Three lessers had been eliminated at the side of the road only two miles away. Their car had been found wrapped around a tree trunk, and the burn spots of their disintegrations had scorched the snow.

Son of a bitch. The Black Dagger Brotherhood. Again.

As O ended the call, Mr. X said, “Look, do you want to fight with me or do you want to go to work? One way will get you killed for sure and right now. It’s your choice.”

“Am I in charge here?”

“As long as you get me what I need.”

“I’ve been bringing plenty of civilians in here.”

“But it’s not like they’re saying much.”

O went over and slid the mesh top back on the third hole, making sure he could see Mr. X the whole time. Then he put his combat boot on the cover and met the Fore-lesser in the eye.

“I can’t help it if the Brotherhood keeps themselves secret from their own species.”