Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Lana spun back around and began her strut again. Damn. The woman could deliver a lecture. And she meant every word. She spoke the truth. “Whining?” He hissed it at her when he wanted to laugh.
“Hell yeah, Master. A whiny little baby wanting to look at yourself like a poor little martyr not good enough for your woman. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”
He didn’t laugh, but he did smile. How could he not? “You’re messing with the big, bad killer impression I’ve got going, Helena.”
“You are a big, bad killer, crazy man. It isn’t that difficult to see. You wear that look every damn day.” Lana sent him a smile over her shoulder. “She’s way cool, Master. You got lucky when you landed her. Don’t be an idiot and lose her. I mean it. She’s someone special. They don’t come along that often. She fits with us, just like the others do. That’s a miracle. She just accepts us. There’s no judgment.”
Master turned Lana’s observation over and over in his mind as he made his way to the room where the two guards had taken the prisoners to meet with Helena and Titus. The guards and Anton Elin, the deputy warden, were meeting with Helena as well. She had a lot of clout at the prison, and when she made the request through the warden, Elin jumped at the chance to accommodate her. She made it clear only Elin and the two guards were privy to the meeting.
They didn’t care if the cameras recorded Titus and Helena striding down the hallway as if they owned the place, or if the warden had complied with the order to keep the meeting private. Titus and Helena would be blamed for the bloodbath that would occur at the meeting.
“Where are you going?” The voice was harsh and demanding.
Master turned to see Mechanic dressed in a guard’s uniform. His face was covered in a thin mask, making him appear much older. He was blond and balding. His uniform showed a bit of belly. At once Lana put on her flirty smile and sidled up to him, running her finger up his arm.
“I’ve got an appointment to see the deputy warden, Anton Elin. Do you know him? He’s so sweet. We’re to meet him in the lower basement workout room. I don’t think we got turned around. We didn’t, did we?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
He cleared his throat several times, staring at her. Then he shook his head and called out to another guard who had just rounded the corner. “Have a situation here, Roy. Need to know where the lower basement workout room is. I’m new and never been there.”
Keys, dressed in a guard’s uniform and sporting a new face and hairpiece, strode up to them using a walk that could only be duplicated by a true movie cowboy. He even put his thumbs in his belt as he sauntered up to them. Master had never seen anything quite like it. His family was doing everything they could to make it easier on him to go back inside the prison. That was due to his woman talking to them. Making them aware. He didn’t know whether to kiss her or strangle her.
“You look ridiculous,” he hissed at Keys to keep from laughing.
“You don’t look very intimidating,” Keys pointed out.
“I told you,” Master snapped at Lana.
This was a shit show. If they were going to carry this off when they went down to the basement, it had to appear real to the men waiting. Not so much Elin or the two guards. But the five assassins from the school in Russia had been with Helena and Titus a long time. They knew them. The five men were trained killers, and they were experienced in their profession. Master and the other members of Torpedo Ink would have only seconds to carry out their plan. They couldn’t afford to be recognized or show that anything was off.
“No one is going to think you aren’t Titus, Master,” Lana assured. “We all look Russian because we are. They’re expecting Titus and Helena. They know we’re bringing extra guards with us, and those men are Russian as well. We walk like them, talk like them and they aren’t going to question it in the fifteen seconds, if that, they’ll have while we set up.”
They were continuing down the hall, Keys leading the way as if he owned the place. Master walked with Lana and Mechanic brought up the rear. Keys went straight to the narrow stairway that led to the basement.
“Why are you so worried? You’ve done this a hundred times, Master,” Lana said.
He’d been given many assignments in prison by Sorbacov, long before he’d taken any for Torpedo Ink. He’d been Sorbacov’s secret weapon. His enemies weren’t ever safe behind bars. He killed with precision. Once he was inserted into the same prison, he was like a heat-seeking missile. He never stopped until he got his target.