Ward, J.R. - Black Dagger Brotherhood 16 - The Thief by Ward J.R

Author:Ward, J.R. [Ward, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2018-04-10T00:00:00+00:00

THIRTY-ONE

On the leather couch at the Pit, Vishous came around to the sound of an ESPN 30 for 30, the announcer giving the background on a piece about…Ric Flair, the old-school wrestler.

V opened his eyes with an effort disproportionate to how much his lids weighed. Fuck. He’d used less energy bench-pressing in the damn gym.

The foosball table was the first thing he could properly focus on. The wide-screen TV behind it was the second. The third was the two males standing in the kitchen, their bodies close together, their heads leaning in, their conversation at such a soft whisper, he could hear nothing of it.

Butch and Rhage each had a drink in their hand: The former was rocking a tall glass of something that was brown, but most definitely not of the Coke/Dr Pepper/Pepsi variety. The latter had a mug the size of a bathtub, and V knew without sniffing the air that that was Swiss Miss without the marshmallows, made with milk, not water.

Still, all of these details about where he was and who and what was around him were not relevant. They were more pass-throughs for his brain, the thin mint, not the entrée.

Pain was more the point of his existence, and as his state of consciousness picked up more and more steam, memories of holding Jane in his arms and losing her again, hit him sure as if a slayer were standing above him and beating him with a lead pipe over and over until his skull did not so much cave in as get pulverized.

Whatever drug they had given him was wearing off by inches, not yards, and he was frustrated with this—although why exactly, he wasn’t sure. Sobriety was just going to mean more suffering.

Jane, he mouthed. Jane…

When there was a hot streak down his cheek, he wondered who was dripping candle wax on him—

A pair of bizarrely pupil-less eyes popped in front of him so unexpectedly, he jerked back, his head bouncing off the leather cushion behind him.

Lassiter was the last person in the fucking world he wanted to see, the blond-and-black horror with the big mouth exactly what the doctor did not order.

“Shut up,” V mumbled. “Go ’way—”

The angel put his forefinger up to his lips. Shh. All is well.

Jane is gone! V wanted to scream. She is fucking gone and I don’t give a fuck about you or anybody on this—

Lassiter reached out and put his hand on V’s forearm. Shh. All is well.

The fuck it is!

As the male squeezed, V looked to the kitchen and wondered why Butch and Rhage weren’t acknowledging their unwelcomed visitor. Then again, the pair of them were as sick of the Lassiter show as he was—

All at once, the world went on a spin around him, as if he were a funnel and everything was draining into him.

The next thing he knew, he was surrounded by green grass and milky sky as he lay flat on the Sanctuary’s lawn. And for no good reason,

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