Vengeance For Hire by Louisa Lo

Author:Louisa Lo [Lo, Louisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy
Publisher: Tin Can Press
Published: 2016-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

3:43 P.M.

The Vengeance

We decided to go straight to Ms. Whitehall’s neighbor. Now that we realized what she heard wasn’t her imagination, stealth and timing were of the essence and it was best to actually perform the vengeance rather than talk about it. And talking she could keep us doing for hours.

“Do you have to get those out right in the middle of an elevator?” I asked Gregory, pointing at his wings.

All my life, I'd been taught that having your wings out before even meeting the target was equivalent to showing your privates in public. But it was the mercenaries’ way. It was going to take time to get over that conditioning and get into the spirit of doing it. For now, I reserved the right to bitch about it.

Gregory chuckled, flexing his wings like a bodybuilder would of his muscles. “Does it bother you?”

The gesture should’ve been sexy and sensual, but he did it in such an exaggerated manner that it was meant to be a joke. After half a day of awkwardness, we were finally getting comfortable with each other again.

“Cheeky bastard,” I murmured. I would commit the sight to memory to admire in my own privacy and my own leisure later. For now, I was just glad to be able to poke at him.

The elevator door opened with a ding. If I had worried about figuring out whether the girls were being held at the unit to the right or left of Ms. Whitehall’s, I needn’t be. Even before we exited the elevator, we could hear moans coming from the left one that sounded strikingly similar to the ones Zelda and Lydia were making when they tried to establish contact with their sisters.

But before we could enter the unit, someone teleported in the space right before me and Gregory.

And that someone was a mercenary.

How did I know? Because she had her wings out before she even finished teleporting.

“Hello, Pete.” She tilted her head toward Gregory with a flirtatious smile. She, like Candy, called him by his mercenary name. The dark-haired beauty wore a black bustier with red lace at the edges, and a tattoo of roses and vines covering her arms.

“Hey, Liz.” Gregory nodded back at her. The woman, roughly his age, had a strong power signature, albeit rather raw and had a chokingly bitter taste to it, like cherry cough medicine. She was no more born a Liz than Gregory was a Pete. I guess every mercenary had his or her own story. “What are you doing here?”

Liz’s smile was cold. “It appears that we have a slight case of double booking here. You see, Ms. Whitehall had also called me. Looks like the poor old lady didn’t have a lot of faith that you’d take her seriously. So she made a second call.”

“I bet she did.” Gregory snorted. “And I doubt you were going to take her seriously yourself. Not until you caught wind of me taking action. Suddenly, there’s a whiff of profit and everybody wants a piece.

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