The Viking Throne: The Cursed Seas Collection by JB Michaels & Cursed Seas & Charmed Legacy

Author:JB Michaels & Cursed Seas & Charmed Legacy [Michaels, JB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harrison and James Publishing
Published: 2018-11-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

I put on my white long-sleeved turtleneck and my black leather vest. I looked more like the help than a paid passenger. I also chose to keep my beard that had grown aboard Monty’s ship. Pierce shaved his off. I pulled on my black pants and secured my boots, then finished tying my shoes.

Pierce adjusted his bow tie in the mirror. His white jacket and black pants looked better than I thought they would considering they had been jammed in a sealed plastic bag.

Pierce loaded his small Walther PPK pistol. He kept the silencer separate from the barrel as if to make it easier to conceal.

“Let’s head to the bottom floor. The most likely place to find the serious gamblers will be there. I trust your wife is attractive.”

I balked. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

“It is pertinent information. The more attractive she is, the more likely she was sold into the circles of people we will find down there. I trust she is a beauty.” Pierce secured the cufflink to his jacket.

My gut turned inside out. I wanted to vomit. I was glad we were still in the bathroom.

“James. Your wife…”

“Yes. Yes. She is gorgeous. I hadn’t thought about that.” My blood boiled.

“You will need to maintain your cool. We will not enter together. I will go first and you second. Take a quarter of those credits in my bag. That should be enough for a buy-in at one of the games down there. Play and pretend to have fun. Scan the area for this man.” Pierce pulled out a picture of Cornwallis. He was bald and menacing. His belly was large, and he was barrel-chested. His shoulders wide and his arms toned.

“Yikes, he looks like a gorilla from Old Earth,” I joked.

“He does, but a bullet to his head negates his physical prowess.” Pierce put his gun into a holster under his armpit and smoothed out his jacket.

I put our bags in the hawsepipe on a hanger from the cabin closet.

Another trick Pierce pulled out of McBain’s magic swag bag was a gas grenade. Pierce attached it to the cabin door. When and if the blokes came back from their night partying, they would be knocked out.

“Is there no end to the bounty of gifts McBain showered upon you?” I shook my head.

“McBain thought of everything. The man really wants Cornwallis dead.”

Pierce walked much the same way he swam, with purpose as if he belonged. We walked to the center of the ship to the grand lobby. There was a wide red carpeted staircase with two winding staircases on each side. A giant chandelier ironically adorned with finned mermen and mermaids hung above. Humans milled about. A piano played in the background. We headed down the grand staircase to the lobby floor. I looked for a way down to the lower levels.

The Atlantis Club seemed like the logical name for the club on the lowest level that I assumed had had incredible views of the Submerged French Riviera.

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