Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) B.B. Blaque (top romance novels .TXT) 📖

Blitz took us around the back side of the big school and showed us through the crazy hidden doors he’d mentioned. If ya didn’t know they were there, you wouldn’t have a fuckin’ clue—trellises and ivy covered ‘em and they just fit in with the rest of the place. The secret hallway looked kind of like bein’ in a hotel and the rooms definitely gave that appearance. I was impressed.

“See that door?” Blitz pointed to the number six on the gold sign on one of the doors. “That’s where your nun is gonna be later. It’ll still be about an hour before they get dropped off. She’ll be brought to a holding suite first and then that room before the auction. FOCUS said you wanna scare her straight . . . man, if that’s the plan, don’t see her until Bish says somethin’ to ya.”

I thought about the feelings behind that idea and knew they were justified. She couldn’t go back to jerkin’ me around after what we were goin’ through and lettin’ her go wasn’t an option. They’d brainwashed her, and if that’s what it took to shake the church outta her, I’d do my worst. I wanted her to believe she was as good as dead. She needed to know that I moved heaven and earth to save her and that I walked through Hell to do it.

“You bet your ass I want her scared. You don’t gotta tell me twice about stayin’ away or leavin’ the ball in The Bishop’s court. His house, his rules.”

When we got situated in a room that looked way too good for us to even touch anything, Bish walked through the door preceded by a stream of cigar smoke.

“Gentlemen, are you ready?” He slid into a chair that looked like it should have a stripper writhing in front of it. “I’ve got things figured out and I’m sure Blitz or FOCUS told you where your girl will be for safekeeping. I’m taking point on this, and you just need to trust me to get the pieces set up for you two to knock down.”

Knocking ‘em down is good as long as they end up gettin’ knocked underground.

“Yeah, Blitz told us. How exactly are we gonna know what to do and where to be? I’m just about salivating to get my hands on these cocksuckers.” I lit a smoke and stood to pace around. It was gonna take hours for everything to fall into place and patience wasn’t a virtue I had much of. “It’s one thing for you to help . . . believe me, I’ll never forget it . . . but I’ve got a really big hard-on for these pieces of shit. I need to be the executioner, the one to give them the last rites they don’t even deserve for what they’ve done. I’ll do it my way!”

Bish shook his head and drew on the cigar. He wasn’t ruffled at all, but it wasn’t his fight entirely.

“Don’t worry, Crucifix. When the time comes, you’ll get the priests and, from what I understand, an older nun. I will get those who betrayed me and put my entire operation in jeopardy. For the time being, I need you to wait and trust that things will go exactly as I’ve planned.”

“Wait . . . an older nun?” Could it be that fuckin’ cunt? “Two priests and a nun? Did you get names?”

I didn’t know how he got his information, and it didn’t matter. We had a jumpstart and knowledge was the key.

“It seems that the traitors in my circle have a traitor of their own. The names I was given were Lombardi, Foley, and a Sister Antoinette. They are yours and you’ll have the entire basement at your disposal.”

My heart was racin’. Lombardi and that fuckin’ skeeze! I wondered if the Foley was Sean, whom we’d come up with in the orphanage. That prick was always lickin’ the priests’ asses and I was almost sure he was the one who ratted me out. I’d know him on sight. They had to have been gunnin’ for Fi, expecially if that slimebag was involved. We’d been friends at one point and his dick was just as dirty as mine. He never got her and that chapped his ass. Gettin’ rid of me was probably an attempt to have her to himself. Dumb Irish prick never had a chance.

“I think I know them all. We’re takin’ ‘em out . . . I just want it to be FOCUS and me doin’ the deed . . . hope that fits with your plan because it’s non-negotiable.” I looked over at Casket and Hazard. “Sorry, guys. It’s gotta be this way.”

The Bishop stared into me and saw that I was serious about not budgin’. It was gonna get taken care of, no matter what. I didn’t wanna get into a pissin’ contest with him, but it was one of the last things I might get to do with my partner in crime at my six. I was lucky to have FOCUS there. He was also the sergeant at arms and in any other situation, it’d be the two of us.

“I have no complaints about that other than one stipulation. Blitz will join you as back-up just in case. The two of you will get your private time with the clergy, but he’ll be the one to extract the other nuns. My understanding is there will only be two others. Both of your guys can drive Sister Fiona out of here and go back to the City. Then I’ll give those three scumbags over to you.” He got up, walked toward me, and extended his hand. “Is that satisfactory?”

I hadn’t thought about how we’d get her out of there while I took care of them. She could watch me slit their throats if she wanted, but it wouldn’t