Page 146 of Tormented

“I got my reasons,” he says with a firm stare. “Besides, I cut a deal that means I have to stay until I deliver what was agreed on.”

“A deal? With who?”

Two of Tuck’s men come barreling through the front door with Alvarez. I lift a hand to let them all know it’s okay.

“Hey, Sully.”

Not that it matters, clearly. I shoot the Breed member who addressed Sully a questioning glare.

“I struck a deal with their boss,” Sully reveals, pointing to the Devil’s Breed men.

“You’re our intel?”

He nods. “You’ll find your father in the library.”

I sigh, rubbing my forehead with one hand. “Am I in the fuckin’ twilight zone or somethin’?”

“Why’s that?”

“Firstly, you’re here. And secondly, my old man is in the one part of the house he can’t usually step foot in without having a fuckin’ mental breakdown.” My mother’s part of the house.

“He doesn’t know he’s there.” Sully winks, and then casual as a chance meeting at the store, he wanders out the door with a promise to catch up soon.

I give my head a slap; sure I’ve finally lost it completely.

“We lost two,” one of Tuck’s men informs me. “One of your guys, and one of ours.”

“We sure there ain’t any ambushes waitin’ to happen?” It seems too easy, too quick.

The Devil’s Breed member licks his lips and grimaces.

“What?”

“Your buddy there”—he thumbs in the direction Sully left—“gave us a helpin’ hand, it seems.”

Stealing your show, my devil grumbles.

Hardly. The guy just never knew when to quit helping others. He’s the most selfless idiot I know. Idiot, because who else would knowingly go against a psychotic drug lord with a penchant for gruesome torture?

You . . . .

Touché.

“We checked the out buildings like you asked,” the Breed guy explains, “and found a few bodies he must have prepared earlier.” The dark-haired guy quirks an eyebrow. “Bullet to the head, execution style.”

I step across to the open entrance doors and stare after Sully as his shrinking frame reaches the main gates. The guy’s literally walked in here like a guardian angel, clearing the way for a perfect finale to one fucked-up tragedy.

“What now?” Alvarez asks.

“I guess we do what we came for,” I murmur, still frowning at the distant outline of Sully. “We pull the pin on my old man’s reign.”

“Lead the way,” Breed boy says. “We’re just here for the show.”

He smirks as I catch his eye. I kind of like the guy. “What’s your name again?”

“Jacob.”

I nod, making a note to remember that in case he could come in handy with any future “projects.”