129 Big Ball Of Mush (1/2)

I have to find out.

”And we have a winner,” Ethan snickered as he inspected the bodies. ”Give us a hand, why don't you? Move your lazy a.s.ses,” he barked out with a laugh. We rolled our eyes at him and took our place on some crates at the corner of the room. ”Just because you killed a few people, you guys think that you are untouchable,” he snorted and then sorted through the identification of the pansies Darcy had hired to stop us.

”What do you think you are doing?” I asked him.

He gave me a pa.s.sing glance before pocketing the IDs. ”You should always keep spare identification. Didn't you know, kitten?” I sneered at him in true cat fas.h.i.+on, and he raised his brows at me in amus.e.m.e.nt.

”You don't get to call me that, you big oaf,” I said, jocundly. ”You will face copyright issues if you repeat said indiscretion, are we clear?” I warned him playfully. He nodded emphatically, before letting out a loud laugh and then moving up the stairs.

”You alright?” Michael said suddenly. I looked at him incredulously, but I could only see the worry in his eyes.

”If you ask that question one more time, I promise to break your bones.”

”Stop threatening my life, woman. It will get you nowhere,” he sighed. ”I'm just worried. Today was tough. We got carried away.” He looked away for a few moments before he glared at me. ”It's all your fault.”

”The dud? The sneaky b.a.s.t.a.r.d who tried to kill me, or the fact that Scott got his hands on your s.h.i.+pments and you let him take it?” I was trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to break out. I was sure that he wouldn't appreciate it. And it was fun pulling his leg. It was familiar; nothing like the sudden change in att.i.tude that he had gone through.

”Mia,” he growled. ”You know what I mean.”

”No, I don't.” We stared at each other for the longest time. The others pa.s.sed by us, pulling people up from their positions and repositioning them at the centre of the room. ”What are they doing?” I asked him.

”Making a statement.” He stared ahead, now. ”One needs to put fear in the hearts of their opponents, and what better way than to adorn the battleground with the corpses of people the opponent trusted to protect them?”

”One does fear for their existence when they see every pillar they build crumbling to the ground in the blink of an eye. I can imagine it would be horrifying when someone finds the dead here.”

”Let's get up and help them. We have a lot of work to get done.” We left our places and scattered to different floors and got to work. I was stationed with Ethan, who smugly sauntered around the room and then dragging the bodies to the centre of the room.

”So, you seem thoroughly worked up,” he said suddenly after we had stowed away almost half of the bodies.

”I don't know what you mean,” I played the coy mistress. How apt.