“Oh, Felix,” I replied. “Poor Felix is dead.”
“Good, but I bet you fucked his ass before you killed him, didn’t you?” She glared at me jealously as she toweled off the blood. All I could do was smirk because she was right—and he did have some good dick. “Bitch!” Paris replied when she noticed my satisfied expression.
“Look, this is not the time or place to get petty. We still have a job to do.”
“I know that. It would have been easier to do at night,” she replied, slipping into her bikini bottom. “I just don’t know why Orlando’s always upping the timeline on our asses. We weren’t supposed to make a move on anyone until tonight. Why can’t he just let me do my job?”
“It wasn’t O who texted me. It was Aunt Chippy. She wants us home on the first thing smoking.”
“My mother?” Paris was puzzled. “My mother doesn’t get involved with operations or troubleshooting.”
I shifted my head in her direction, slipping on my knapsack. “Exactly! So you know what that means, don’t you?”
“Yeah, something’s going down in New York. Come on. Let’s go find that fat bastard LaSalle. It’s time to take our asses home.” She reached into a knapsack similar to mine and pulled out a silenced Glock. By taking out Stavros and Felix, I had made our job that much easier, but taking out LaSalle was not going to be anywhere near as simple as killing his horny nephews.
We left the cabin and made our way down the hall, trying our best to hide our guns. It wasn’t easy, considering we were wearing only bikini bottoms and knapsacks. When we arrived at the master stateroom, Paris took out the sentry with one shot.
Thunk.
Taking a deep breath, I counted down on my fingers: three, two, one. On one, I opened the door and we stormed the room with guns blazing. What we found, however, was far from what we expected. Oh, LaSalle was there all right, but he wasn’t in any shape to be a threat to us. In fact, his fat ass was tied up to a four-poster bed, naked as the day he was born, with a sock in his mouth.
What the fuck? Paris and I shared a confused look, with guns still drawn, until we heard a familiar laugh.
“What took you so long?” We turned to the voice, and there was my flamboyant cousin Rio, sitting in a captain’s chair with a cell phone to his ear, sipping a glass of red wine like he didn’t have a care in the world. At his feet was an opened briefcase filled with money “Rio!” Paris shouted with relief. Rio was her twin brother, and half the reason we had been so worried about LaSalle was because we knew Rio was with him. “You were supposed to seduce him—not tie him up!”
“I did. I seduced his ass right into those ropes. I’m sorry, I don’t do fat or smelly, and he’s both.” Rio looked repulsed, waving his hand past his nose. I couldn’t help it; I had to laugh.
“Please, Sasha. Don’t encourage him,” Paris snapped at me before turning her attention back to her twin brother. “Ree, we need to get outta here.”
“I know. I got Ma’s text. I’m talking to the pilot right now. The jet should be prepped and ready to go in an hour.”
“Good. What’s this guy’s status? He say anything?” Paris walked over and pulled the sock out of LaSalle’s mouth.
“Other than threatening to chop me up into little pieces and shove me back up my mother’s womb, nothin’.”
“And I’m going to do the same thing to you, bitch!” LaSalle spat like a maniac.
“Well, I guess that would make sense, considering we’re twins.” Paris pointed her Glock at his temple. “Just one problem. How you going to do all that when you’re going to be dead in ten minutes?”
His facial expression softened, but his voice remained strong. “Then my nephews will avenge me. They will kill you all!”
“Oh, I doubt that.” Paris giggled, waving me over. I made four long strides, pointing my .45 at his other temple. “You see, Sasha here killed Stavros and Felix.”