The Shadows (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #13)(128)

“I got people to see.”

Hollywood checked his watch. “You want me to go pick him up? I can throw a lasso on him and drag him here by his dick—”

The doorbell went off with a chime, and V opened one half of the drapes at the window across the way. “Speak of the dealer.”

“Let me go welcome him,” Rhage muttered as he slipped out.

“He’s not alone,” V barked.

“Neither am I.”

Closing the door, he went across to the parlor. “Paradise?” As the girl looked up from the desk, he smiled at her. “I’ma shut your room up for a sec. Do me a favor and stay in here until I come get you?”

Her wide, pretty eyes got even wider. “Is everything okay?”

“Yup. But I want you to hang here.”

“Okay. Of course.”

He winked at her. “Good girl. And lock it up behind me, ’kay?”

“Sure.”

Shutting her in, he waited until he heard the copper lock turn on her side, and then he went to the front door. Opening things up, he gave Assail the once-over. The guy was dressed right out of Butch’s closet, everything tailored and matched, fitting like the shit had been drawn on his body. Behind him, a pair of identical thugs stood side by side. The fact that they were in loose-fitting black was a well, duh.

He could just imagine the firepower that was hiding under those coats.

“Thought you were coming alone,” he said.

“Your King wanted to meet my crew. Here they are, my cousins.”

Rhage leaned in. “That ain’t your whole crew, is it.”

“I can assure you, these are the only two I use.”

Rhage stepped back and nodded for them to enter the foyer. “I gotta search you.”

“We’re fully armed.”

“No shit.”

As the three filed in, Rhage pointed to a huge silver tray on the table under a gilt mirror. “Drop ’em there. And make sure it’s all your metal. I find something on you, it’s going to put my panties in a wad.”

Clink. Clink … clink … clank, clank … rattle, rattle, rattle.

Rhage didn’t want to be impressed, but he had to give them some credit. Good-looking guns and a lot of sharp knives.

“You first,” he said to one of the twins.

The other one stepped forward. “Do me. My brother’s a little jumpy.”

“Excuse me? Did I miss the memo where you were put in charge, douche bag?” He motioned for Mr. Antsy to come forward and patted him down. “There, now, you want a lollipop ’cuz that was so hard? Now you, with the list of demands, get over here.”

He discharged number two, and then stepped over to Assail, who had been watching the show like a snake.

“Nice cologne,” Hollywood muttered as he threw the guy’s arms out and banged down a surprisingly muscled torso. “Where’d you get it, CVS?”

“Are you always this rude,” Assail said in a bored tone.

“You’re the second person to ask me something like that in the last forty-eight hours.” He kicked the guy’s fancy Italian loafers wide. “You got a problem with me, file a claim with human resources.”

“How corporate of you.”

Rhage straightened after he’d checked out that lower body. “FYI, Vishous, son of the Bloodletter, is our personnel contact. He prefers complaints that are made in person. Have fun with that.”

Done with the three of them, he walked over to the audience room’s closed doors, knowing they would follow. Opening things wide, he stood to the side and glared at the SOBs as they filed in, one by one.

“Assail,” Wrath drawled. “We’re meeting again.”

“And this time no bullets,” the drug dealer replied.

“Not yet,” one of the brothers muttered.

Assail’s eyes traveled over the assembled masses. “Quite a bit of protection you have here.”

Wrath shrugged. “I had a choice of collecting them or Hummel figurines. It was a toss-up.”

“To what do I owe the honor of a command appearance.”

“Rehv? Do the deed, since you know what you’re talking about.”

The sin-eater stepped away from the hearth and smiled like he was about to eat something. “We have reason to believe you’re participating in the drug market in Caldwell.”

Assail didn’t flinch. “I have never hid my business.”

“Ever see this before?”

When Rehv tossed a packet into the air, Assail caught the thing and looked it over. “Heroin.”

“The symbol is yours, isn’t it.”

“Says who.”

Rhage spoke up. “We found a number of those on a slayer at a club that happens to be owned by a friend of ours.”

Wrath smiled coldly as he reached down to stroke his guide dog’s blond coat. “So you can see how this puts us all in an awkward sitch. You’re using the enemy to disseminate product. Aren’t you.”

Again, Assail showed no reaction at all. “If I am, what’s the issue?”

“You’re funneling money into their pockets.”

“And…? So?”

“Don’t be f*cking naive. How the f*ck do you think they’re going to spend it.”