Thirty-Seven
Louis
“You sick sonuvabitch!”
It turned out Wesley wasn’t nearly as thrilled about having his lover threatened as he’d been about spying on ours. I c****d my head at the tied-up criminal on the rickety chair in front of me. His eyes were wild with anger, his muscles bulging in a futile attempt at getting free. “You touch him, I’ll cut that girl of yours to f*****g pieces!”
“It sucks to be on the receiving end, doesn’t it?” I asked him while I cleaned my nails with the tip of my hunting knife. “Wanna hear the funny part? Audrey’s the one who came up with this plan. I know she doesn’t look it, but she’s tough as nails, that one. How about your Roger? Think he’ll be tough, too, if we start slicing bits off him to send to you?”
Wesley didn’t respond; he simply glared at me wi
