Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(117)
He moved surprisingly fast for a man with a hangover, jerking his head to break the lock I had on him. “Yeah. Point is, we're all procrastinating now. No more lying, brothers. We're afraid to do this f*cking job, aren't we? What happened before killed us. Sucked the wind right out of our sails. We screwed up We let that bastard get away, and almost killed some innocent girls on top of it. Thank God somebody was looking out for them.”
My fists weakened. Lev took the opportunity to throw me off him, roaring as he stood and marched across the room, finding his clothes.
I got back on my feet and contemplated a re-match while his back was turned. Forget it. Both my brothers were being total cocks, but Daniel had a point. He'd also just spat out the shit that used to keep me up all night behind bars, the guilt and amazement that things hadn't gone off worse when Gioulio escaped our bomb.
We'd killed a bunch of twisted f*cks and almost bagged him, yeah. But we could've just as easily killed the slave girls. Nobody wanted to f*ck up and miss him again, and getting clean blood on our hands was worse than spilling our own.
Fuck.
I pointed to Lev. “Soon as this jackoff is dressed, let's get some breakfast and talk business. No more drinks or f*cking. It's time to be adults and get our shit in order.”
Lev turned, buttoning his shirt, giving me a demon glare. “Don't act so damned high and mighty, dear brat. I know you were f*cking the night away like me. Least I know how to stick my dick in a place that's only gonna cause us a little drama.”
I suppressed a growl. Hearing him let Russian slip, the harsher foreign tone we'd been raised with from our father reminded me these f*cks weren't my enemies. Not by a long shot. These boys were all I had. All I'd get to help me do what I came to do. All I had on my side to wrap this shit up and find out if there was more to Sabrina than discovering how many nasty noises she could make underneath me while I f*cked her into the mattress.
Daniel smoothed a hand across his face, wiping at his hangover's afterglow. He looked at me with the same bright blue eyes set in my own head, only his were duller from the binge drinking.
“Breakfast it is. Bring the girl down. We'll all interview her to make sure she's truly ready to go out on her own.”
Frowning, I pushed myself well into his personal bubble. Daniel stumbled back a couple steps and then caught himself, ready to fight if he had to. He lacked some of the brawn Lev and I had, but the boy made up for it in brains instead, and he was a sneaky motherf*cker when push came to shove.
“No. What happens today is between the three of us. I'm not letting your bullshit undo all the f*cking progress I've made this past week. She's ready to go. I opened her eyes. She's a believer after seeing all the f*cked up shit her bastard uncle's been hiding. I didn't have to twist her arm an inch.”
Thank f*ck for that. If Sabrina hadn't cracked, my brothers would've been riding my ass to resort to darker means, longer captivity, and all the pitch black bullshit that came with making a hostage work with us.
We weren't the good guys. I'd never had any illusions about that. Sure, there were lines the Ligiotti bastards crossed that we never would, but it didn't mean we were exempt from using blades and cages and brutal threats when there was a damned good reason.
Daniel sniffed. Lev came up behind him, and I was the first one out. My brothers followed behind me to the dining hall, where I called the servants over the intercom and told them to get the morning grub going.
Ten minutes later, after some coffee and half a plate of good eggs and salami, I was in my right mind to work this shit out. Hopefully without putting a few more bruises on the boys at my side.
“We're gonna need that interview, Anton,” Daniel said, forking food into his mouth. “Let us talk to her. Unless you can convince us she's done a full one-eighty in a week's time, we need to hear your girl with our own ears.”
Lev chuckled, taking a big bite out of a green pear. “We all have a way with women, brothers. But, tell me, Anton, since when does f*cking a bitch turn her against the only family she's ever known?”
My fists hit the table hard. My brothers both jumped, and then settled back into their seats with a glare.
“The dicking didn't do shit. She wanted it. It's not goddamned mind control, and you boys are smart enough to know it,” I growled. “Sabrina's changed her mind because I showed her the f*cking truth, cold and up close. I told her that all the upstanding citizens I blew to kingdom come were gutter feeding rats, and I backed it up with proof. She's gonna help us get to Gioulio one way or another.”
“Yeah? What's that? Radio collar?” The tone in Daniel's voice said he was only half-serious. We'd done the wire thing before with a few other f*cks under our care.
Of course, none of those f*cks were one hundredth as pretty as Sabrina. I'd never f*cked any of them 'til the point of collapse. They never clawed underneath my skin neither, making me fly into a chest thumping rage whenever I thought about 'em getting skinned alive by our enemies.
Shit. I grabbed my forehead and steadied myself, wondering what the f*ck she'd done to me.
No joke. If she hadn't felt so f*cking good last night, virgin and all mine, I would've believed she had something up her * to poison a man's mind.
“What the f*ck? Are you okay?” Lev took another bite, his big blue eyes showing brotherly concern.