lust and adrenaline and fear, dropped on my head. The thought of him wanting me in such an absolute manner felt terrifying, yet at the same time, sparked a deep, dark satisfaction.
I took several moments to catch my breath and clear my throat. “You’ll have to. Because my saving you doesn’t mean I accept being yours.”
“Accept being whose?” asked a deep voice.
I glanced at the large man standing in the cockpit doorway, then towards King, who had disappeared and couldn’t be seen by Arno anyway.
Because you’re crazy and talking to yourself. “I’m crazy and talking to myself.”
“Very good,” Arno said in that unusual accent and then dipped his head. “We will be landing shortly.”
“Thanks.” He turned to leave. “By the way, where are you from, exactly, Arno?”
“I am from the island of Crete. Same as King.” He disappeared into the cockpit.
King was from Greece?
~~
“Did you know that King is Greek?” I asked Mack, who squinted at me with one eye from his hospital bed.
“My surgery went fine. Thanks for asking.”
I shook my head and pulled up a chair alongside his bed. “Sorry. I’m really spacy. I need sleep.”
“How did it go with Miranda?”
“I don’t know. She seemed suspicious, but she agreed.” I wondered if I should tell Mack about the additions to the deal. Miranda wanted to watch Vaughn die, and I acquired a guy.
No. Don’t do anything to worry him. He needs to rest.
I checked my watch. It was almost 6:00 a.m. “I guess we’ll know in a few hours if she delivers or not. By the way, how am I going to know if it’s Vaughn’s real arm?”
“We won’t, but I doubt she’ll give us a fake. 10 Club members don’t do that. It’s too easy to get caught and tarnish your name. One bad deal and it’s likely your head they’ll trade for next.”
“Oh. Well, good to know. But what if she can’t get her hands on it? What then?”
“Then we’re screwed.”
With less than thirteen hours left to go, screwed was looking more and more like our fate.
“Have some faith,” Mack whispered and closed his eyes, clearly in pain.
He was right. This would either work, or it wouldn’t. Sitting around sulking wouldn’t help us.
“By the way, I have Strong meeting you at King’s office in about four and a half hours,” Mack said quietly. “That gives you plenty of time to find the serum and…” he hesitated, “prepare it for her.”
Prepare . I looked down at my hands, wondering if I really had the courage to go through with this. “Are you sure there isn’t another way?”
Mack took a moment before he opened his bloodshot eyes. “King ended his partnership with Talia after he found out she was secretly doing deals with Vaughn.”
I wondered what the point was. Seemed that everyone did deals with that despicable monster.
“Talia was trying some new transplant voodoo-crap she acquired and was using Vaughn to obtain young women. They peeled their skin off while they were still alive.”
“Okay.” I popped out of my chair. “Time to go kill Talia.” And Vaughn, for that matter, too. Heck. When I really thought about it, the entire Club needed to be exterminated. They were like cockroaches.
Oh my God . I took a mental step back, shocked by how quickly I’d crossed that line.
Mack looked as shocked as I felt. “Well, I’m glad to see you take the truth in stride.”
“I’m going to hell,” I whispered.
“At least you won’t be lonely.” Mack grinned.
I looked at him and shook my head, but didn’t have much else to say. “Well, I guess I’d better get back to the warehouse.”
“After you find the serum, give it to Arno. He’ll deliver it.”
“Are you sure?” I felt guilty dragging him into this.
See. You still have some morals left, Mia.
I’m going to go kill someone. I’m going to hell. Period.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Mack replied.
“Any recommendations on the other ingredient?”
“King always has hemlock on hand.
I took several moments to catch my breath and clear my throat. “You’ll have to. Because my saving you doesn’t mean I accept being yours.”
“Accept being whose?” asked a deep voice.
I glanced at the large man standing in the cockpit doorway, then towards King, who had disappeared and couldn’t be seen by Arno anyway.
Because you’re crazy and talking to yourself. “I’m crazy and talking to myself.”
“Very good,” Arno said in that unusual accent and then dipped his head. “We will be landing shortly.”
“Thanks.” He turned to leave. “By the way, where are you from, exactly, Arno?”
“I am from the island of Crete. Same as King.” He disappeared into the cockpit.
King was from Greece?
~~
“Did you know that King is Greek?” I asked Mack, who squinted at me with one eye from his hospital bed.
“My surgery went fine. Thanks for asking.”
I shook my head and pulled up a chair alongside his bed. “Sorry. I’m really spacy. I need sleep.”
“How did it go with Miranda?”
“I don’t know. She seemed suspicious, but she agreed.” I wondered if I should tell Mack about the additions to the deal. Miranda wanted to watch Vaughn die, and I acquired a guy.
No. Don’t do anything to worry him. He needs to rest.
I checked my watch. It was almost 6:00 a.m. “I guess we’ll know in a few hours if she delivers or not. By the way, how am I going to know if it’s Vaughn’s real arm?”
“We won’t, but I doubt she’ll give us a fake. 10 Club members don’t do that. It’s too easy to get caught and tarnish your name. One bad deal and it’s likely your head they’ll trade for next.”
“Oh. Well, good to know. But what if she can’t get her hands on it? What then?”
“Then we’re screwed.”
With less than thirteen hours left to go, screwed was looking more and more like our fate.
“Have some faith,” Mack whispered and closed his eyes, clearly in pain.
He was right. This would either work, or it wouldn’t. Sitting around sulking wouldn’t help us.
“By the way, I have Strong meeting you at King’s office in about four and a half hours,” Mack said quietly. “That gives you plenty of time to find the serum and…” he hesitated, “prepare it for her.”
Prepare . I looked down at my hands, wondering if I really had the courage to go through with this. “Are you sure there isn’t another way?”
Mack took a moment before he opened his bloodshot eyes. “King ended his partnership with Talia after he found out she was secretly doing deals with Vaughn.”
I wondered what the point was. Seemed that everyone did deals with that despicable monster.
“Talia was trying some new transplant voodoo-crap she acquired and was using Vaughn to obtain young women. They peeled their skin off while they were still alive.”
“Okay.” I popped out of my chair. “Time to go kill Talia.” And Vaughn, for that matter, too. Heck. When I really thought about it, the entire Club needed to be exterminated. They were like cockroaches.
Oh my God . I took a mental step back, shocked by how quickly I’d crossed that line.
Mack looked as shocked as I felt. “Well, I’m glad to see you take the truth in stride.”
“I’m going to hell,” I whispered.
“At least you won’t be lonely.” Mack grinned.
I looked at him and shook my head, but didn’t have much else to say. “Well, I guess I’d better get back to the warehouse.”
“After you find the serum, give it to Arno. He’ll deliver it.”
“Are you sure?” I felt guilty dragging him into this.
See. You still have some morals left, Mia.
I’m going to go kill someone. I’m going to hell. Period.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Mack replied.
“Any recommendations on the other ingredient?”
“King always has hemlock on hand.
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