Lib Novel Page 66
Jaime grabbed the phone and cut it off.
“Fuck that.”
“Jaime.”
“No, do you think now that they have my father and Sean in one place that either of them have a chance of living? They don’t. Hell, we’ll be lucky to get there before they kill Royce. He’s served his purpose.”
“You don’t know that. There are other things going on here that neither of us know about.”
“Yes, but if we assess the situation and it looks bad, then we go in. Fuck waiting for anyone else.”
Randy was quiet for a second, then he nodded. “Okay.”
He knew it might be the worst decision of his life, but he couldn’t even comprehend waiting there, holding his dick in the wind while Del made his way over. Letov was known for torture, but more than most people knew about torture. He was a man who had been trained in it. A man who knew how to keep a subject alive just enough to cause them pain. By the time he was done with people, they were happy to die. He couldn’t wait for Del or anyone else. It would be them.
“We go in.”
He sent up a prayer, then started looking over their weapons. Nothing short of their own deaths would stop them.
Sean woke up, choking on water. He blinked, his mind trying to come to terms with where he was. The room was dark, but he could see Letov there, his two henchmen behind him. Then he noticed another figure in the chair beside him. It was Lassiter.
“It’s about time you rejoined us, Kaheaku.”
Sean tried to move his arm, but found both of them tied behind him. “If you wanted me awake, you should have had your men zap me.”
Letov stepped closer, and now Sean had a good look at the man. The last few years had not been kind to him. He had aged at least three years for each one that had passed, and he was bloated. It was easy to see he had been excessively drinking. But his eyes…they told him the most. This man had nothing left to lose.
He knew Jaime and Randy would be there soon, so he just had to hold on until then.
“You always had a smart mouth.”
“I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”
He didn’t look at Lassiter right now. He wasn’t even sure if his old boss was still alive. But, if he was, he was just hanging on. Sean needed Letov concentrated on him and not Lassiter.
“No, but I have read your reports. Especially the one where you killed my son.”
Of course he had. The man had his greasy fingers into so many different organizations, it wouldn’t have been hard to bribe someone for the report.
“Oh, you mean the one where you sent your son to die so you could fuck with me?”
He knew the hit was coming, but he hadn’t expected that it would be so fast and so fucking hard. Letov backhanded him with such power; the chair almost fell over. Sean blinked trying to focus.
“You bastard. You dare say such things about my son?”
He backhanded Sean with his other hand. This one hurt even more. Fucker. Trying to fight the bile that now seemed to be permanently stuck in his throat from spewing forth. He needed to get the man close enough so he could trip him as soon as he had a chance.
“Your son was a fuck up. A big one. Who calls attention to himself when he knows he has his quarry in his sights. Your son did, and that’s why he’s dead. Of course, you’re probably the one who insisted that he go on the mission.”
That pushed him over the edge. He punched Sean with such force that his chair did topple over this time. Letov took the time to kick him in the ribs a few times, and the fucker must have had steel-toed boots on. Each time he landed a hit, Sean felt as if he were being torn apart.
Sean didn’t move after the assault. At first he couldn’t. Pain vibrated through his body. When he had fallen, the wind had been knocked out of him.
“You know they won’t miss him for long, sir,” one of the other men said. His voice was heavily accented, and Sean remembered it from the club.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“Sir, Michael is correct. We should kill them both and just be done with it. It is not safe here.”