Page 27 of Property of Heart

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

–HEART –

“He looks like a bunny about to be scooped up into the air by a hawk’s claws,” Fatal murmurs from beside me.

I keep my eyes on Digby who is running from his car to a motel room, frantically whipping his head in every direction.He knocks on the door and a few breaths later it opens.The guy in the motel room looks familiar.

“The fucker who just opened the door was there that night,” I tell my prez.

“Then we’re getting two for one.How many were there in total?”Fatal asks.

“Four, and one didn’t make it out alive.Three ran off, but I shot one.”I keep my eyes on the motel room where Digby slipped inside.“Might be more, who knows?Digby’s father clearly is aware of shit, because he’s sending money to his son to lay low for a while.”

I wonder what the hell was worth stealing and dealing with the damn backlash of it.If it were those watches then they wouldn’t have been sitting at Rob’s apartment.My phone vibrates and when I pull it out of my pocket I notice Karev’s name flash across the screen.

Tapping the screen, I bring my phone next to my ear.“Heart.Those fuckers stole Roman coins.Golden ones.Three of them.I’m gonna send you a picture.Calvania wants them back or he’s going to raise hell.Seriously, we don’t need that shit, Heart.We’re going to come your way again so we can...”

“Stay put,” I grunt.“We have eyes on two of those fuckers in a hotel room and are about to go in.Send me the picture and I’ll check if they have them.If they don’t, I’ll show my old lady, maybe she’s seen them.”

“Fine.But if those fuckers don’t have them?You better make them shit on a bucket and make sure they didn’t swallow them to keep them safe ’cause they know those coins are worth millions.”

“Motherfucker.Millions?No shit?”I mutter.

“No shit.Keep me updated,” Karev says, and ends the call.

“I’m not going to put anyone on a bucket and go through shit.If he wants it done?Karev can come here and do it himself,” Fatal grumbles from beside me.

He clearly heard our conversation, which makes me rumble, “Let’s go in and make sure those fuckers don’t swallow anything.”

I nod.“If they do, I’ll make sure to cut the coins out of their damn throat or stomach, better than going through shit.”

Snapping my fingers, I get Kepner and Gael’s attention.“Go around back and make sure no one gets away.Laith, Wesson, keep an eye on the front.”

I step forward and Fatal moves along with me.Reaching for my knives, I take one in each hand and rotate them.Knives are my weapon of choice.Less noise than a gun, and with the right aim you can either be lethal or simply make an escape very painful.

Those fuckers don’t look smart, which is why I tap on the door with my knife and say in a high-pitched tone, “Room service.”

Fatal raises one of his eyebrows in a “the fuck?”gesture, making me shrug.

The door opens and Digby shoves his head between the crack.I reach for the doorknob and pull.Shoving and pulling once more to squash his head in between a few times.I finally push the door open and shove the fucker in the chest, making him stumble back.

Fatal steps in behind me and points his gun at the other man in the room.“Freeze, motherfucker.”

His eyes go wide and the idiot lunges for a gun sitting on the bedside table.Releasing a sigh, I fling one of my knives his way.It hits him in the shoulder, and the idiot falls to the floor, wailing in pain.

I’m standing next to him in three strides and bark, “Shut the fuck up or I’ll make you.”