“You two can go,” I snarled at the guards, who stood perched with their chests puffed out at the edge of the porch stairs.
“No can do. Strict orders on this prisoner,” the one on the left eyed Slade as if he were going to bolt the minute he turned his eyes.
“I can have Reece down here within minutes to tell you to eat s**t. And I can assure you, it won’t be pretty when he does. I suggest you find your way to the edge of the driveway,” I snapped, “He’s not going anywhere.”
The two guards shared a look before the one on the right blinked, trying to hide the glazed-over look in his eyes. He paled, nodding towards the driveway. I wouldn’t normally utilize my connections, but I f*****g hated the idea of anyone hearing Slade and I’s conversation.
“See ya later, assholes,” Slade mock salute
