The Gambler by Jordan Silver Page B

he suddenly had something to look forward to. Could it possibly be that life had finally decided to cut him some fucking slack after dicking with him for so long?
    His heart ached at what she might’ve faced before he found her. How often had they used his little flower? And what the fuck else did they make her do? To take such advantage of an innocent such as she was the lowest thing he could think of. It took a black-hearted asshole to do a thing like that. That’s why he was going to cut the heart out of the fuck that’d been responsible, right after he dispatched him to hell.
    He had the mother in his house and he still wasn’t sure what he was going to do with her. He knew he wasn’t of a mind to let her anywhere near her daughter ever again, but would that be best for Jenna? Maybe he’d let them spend some time together, under his careful watch of course; and see how they interacted with each other. Any sign that she was anything but fucking motherly and he’d send the bitch to meet her bastard of a son.

“We’re here boss.” He looked out at the tarmac where the plane sat waiting. Hopefully this shit would be over by the end of the night. He wanted it out of the way so he could concentrate on just her. He had so much to learn about her; what she liked besides chocolate. He started to smile at her obsession and then he remembered her mother telling him how they’d paid her with chocolate. Maybe he should just gut the bitch and be done with it after all.
    He put home and hearth out of his head as he took his seat on the plane. Everything about him changed in that instant. His two shadows saw the change and said nothing, just a shared look passed between them. They knew what that lo ok meant, this shit was gonna be up-close and personal.
    Which meant they had to be on their toes, because when Andros got like this , there wasn’t a leash strong enough to hold him. This was the kind of job that made sure they earned their pay. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, it was a fucking nightmare on their end. Hopefully the fact that he had the girl back home waiting for him would calm him down a bit, but there was no guarantee of that.
    Andros meanwhile , was organizing his play in his head. As soon as he hit the ground he had to move fast. He didn’t want word getting out that he was in The City. He didn’t want his enemy getting even a whiff of his presence until he was standing over the fuck. Shit, he couldn’t remember if he had a change of clothes on the plane. He couldn’t go back to Jenna with blood all over his shit. And he had no doubt it was gonna get bloody. He intended it to.

 
    No one spoke as the jet touched down on the helipad atop the hotel casino. Their target was in the penthouse suite. The Intel said he had four inside with him. They were using some kind of thermal gadget to find where each body was located inside the room.
    Another one of gramps’ deals that he’d somehow hoodwinked from his buddy in the pentagon. If the government ever knew just how much of their high tech shit fell into the old man’s hands , it would turn into a national security event. Whatever!
    “Call the others, let them know we’re in place. Radios off.” He wanted the father and son to meet in hell at the same hour. They made their way down the stairs that led from the roof. He wasn’t going in blind , but there was no telling what these fucks were prepared for.
    He couldn’t very well shoot down the door; the other patrons might get antsy and fuck up shit. Instead he was going to release something under the door into the room, and hope it worked in time for them to make entry , before the security cameras picked them up loitering outside in the hallway.
    He had a very narrow window of time in which to get in and out, someone had been paid off to tamper with the cameras for that short space of time. Still, he didn’t want to risk anyone catching a glimpse of him there. He wanted to be able to live out