Ultimate Vengeance (Wanted Men Book 4)(113)
“Balls deep in your woman?”
Alek kneed the fucker hard enough so that his would never produce sperm again then threw him to the ground next to the stairwell enclosure. “Get him on the wall,” he said to Anton and Alesio.
He took a brief trek around the rooftop, sucking in the frigid air as he looked at the mostly darkened units in the surrounding buildings. He felt an urgent need to gut the cocky sonofabitch without doing the smart thing, which was to ask a goddamn question or two.
Once he felt able to control himself, he went back to find Reynard pinned to the rough brick. Alek palmed his blade again and snapped his hand out to quickly slash left then right. Reynard’s top and bottom lips split open like two well-done sausages. Blood began running off his chin as the guy howled.
“I suggest you shut the fuck up and use that mouth wisely,” Alek snapped. “You’re going to die regardless, but I’ll make a deal with you.” He waited until Reynard quieted before going on. “If you give up some information, I won’t hand you off. Because you tried to kill my child, that guarantees you a long and luxurious stay in Rapture’s basement, and you know what that will entail. One thing; the best medical care in the world, because I’ll personally make it so Yuri takes a daily trip into the city to patch you up so you’re as good as new for the next round. And the one after that. And the one that follows.” He came in a little closer, preparing to be spat on. “Do you really want to know what the human body is capable of withstanding at the hands of a man like Maksim Kirov?”
As Reynard’s bloodshot gaze bounced between Alek and V, some of his aggression left him. “You’re pretty fuckin’ brave pulling this shit in a Baikov stronghold. For all you know, Sergei and some of the boys could be ready to ambush you the minute you hit the front walk. How the fuck did you find me anyway?”
Alek had called Maks during the ride and had been told a safety net of spotters had been set up around the building and surrounding streets. If anyone other than an old lady walking her poodle tried to get in or out the front or back doors, they’d be detained and released once Alek and company were gone. And if any vehicles neared with occupants resembling associates of theirs, a warning would be immediate and backup would be sent in.
He didn’t share that information now.
“That’s more incentive for you to sing.” Vincente came around and grabbed Reynard’s face in his hand. He squeezed, but nothing made it out other than some muffled shrieks. “A fuckin’ baby, you degenerate?” he growled, slamming the back of Reynard’s head against the wall a couple of times before shoving his face away. “Maybe you’ll feel like ranting when you clue in. You think it’s a coincidence we showed up here? Your pal gave us your location because he’s done with you, asshole. Why not let us boot his ass on your behalf for the double-cross?”
Reynard’s fury was instant. Alek let him ramble off a few curses before getting him on track.
“Any idea what’s driving this machine?” he asked, curious if Sergei’s reasons could be something more than the loss of Renee and Evan.
“Yeah. He’s a bitter, fucked-up pussy rat. He’s guilty as fuck and is blaming his uncle and the organization for all his fuckin’ problems because he can’t get over ’em like the rest of us do.”
So they were on track.
“You wanna fuck him real good and give us some deets?” V’s tone was all let’s-be-friends. “From the info we gathered, he’s found himself a new partner. Must be why he’s turning you in.” It could have been the lie, his situation, or the fact that Reynard just had a big mouth, who knew, but he responded to the bait and sang like a canary.
“He’s been fuckin’ with you guys for a long time. In your camp,” he said to V, his bleeding lips curled up in a sneer. “He and Furio got to be good buddies. Anything he heard last summer about your boss’s woman he sent Furio’s way.”
Alesio was suddenly all ears because he’d had a front row seat to the action that had unfolded in that cabin in Washington State. Stefano Moretti had been shot, and Eva had almost been raped and killed by the man Reynard had just mentioned.
No one dared move as more puzzle pieces were dropped to filled in some of the blanks they hadn’t been aware were there. Was there anything more dangerous than a man who felt as if he’d been betrayed?
“And you personally?” Reynard said, still talking to Vincente. “Your redhead? Yeah, Sergei followed that action. He’s chums with one of the ODMC brothers. Guy tipped Sergei off about the meeting that would take place in that alley where you showed and almost took out the two looking for information on Nollan’s wife. We were the ones who got the porn producer and his buddy out of there before the cops came. They got us in touch with Nollan, and Sergei promised he’d do him a solid and keep him up-to-date on his wife’s movements. That’s how he found your redhead in Astoria. That’s also how Kevin knew where the brother was partying, and that Caleb would be an easy target after having had one too many drinks provided by his Russian comrade.”