THIRTY-THREE
Just as Tulsi was about to push Merchant away and make some excuse about him distracting her from the mission he’d assigned her, one of the double doors opened. Merchant stopped kissing her to land his fury on whoever had interrupted them.
“What?” he snapped and she got a clear view of his short fuse.
“Sorry, boss,” Baines said. Tulsi turned to get a better look at the man who she’d never heard sound contrite. “You want us to finish the scumbag now?”
“No,” Merchant said, laying his hand on her shoulder. “Take Tulsi to him. Get her whatever she needs.”
Baines’ head twitched to the side. The request seemed to be unique. “You want Pretty alone with Styx? The thieving, lying asshole?”
“Yes,” Merchant said without hesitation.
“What if he hurts her?”
“He can try,” Tulsi said
