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bindings.
    “Where's your
headquarters?”
    “Headquarters?”
    “Wrong answer!”
Jason drawled.
    As soon as he
finished speaking, Josh slapped the man across the back of the head. The man's
head snapped forward with the unexpectedness and force of the slap. Jason's
only reaction to this was the raising of an eyebrow. Josh shrugged and rolled
his eyes.
    “Okay, let's try
again. Same question, where is your headquarters?”
    “Shoreditch.”
    “You sweat
soaked, shit. Are you trying to take me for a fool?” Jason asked in a low
voice, taking a step closer to the seated man, his carriage and controlled
movement’s belying his intent. His hand shot out with such speed the man only
had time to feel the impact followed quickly by pain.
    “Don't mess with
me! Don't ever mess with me! I will kill you. You walked into my house with a
gun, to kill me and what belongs to me, and you think you’ve got special
privileges with me.” By now, Jason was nose to nose with the man, his teeth
bared in anger. Who did this little fuck think he was messing with?
    Face to face and
up close and personal, with six-foot five of pure muscle, Jason didn't have to
repeat his question.
    “It's a warehouse
in Shorditch. 177 North End Place.”
    “Good, thank you.
That wasn't so difficult, now was it?” Jason's question was completely
rhetorical. He had absolutely no interest in what the man was thinking or
feeling. Turning away, he addressed Josh.
    “I want somebody
over here after we've left to clean up the mess. On second thought, leave the
clean up until tomorrow.”
    At the same time,
Jason walked over to the prone man who had started groaning as he returned to
consciousness. Jason kicked him in the head. “That's for coming in here and
thinking you can fuck with me and mine.” Jason followed up with a kick to the
groin for good measure. “That was for using an innocent woman as a shield, you
low life piece of filth.”
    Jake and Josh
didn't utter a word, nor did they flinch at Jason's treatment of the gunman. Their
feelings locked behind blank masks.
    “I'm going to get
Aviva. Josh, conjure up some more of that binding for this fool,” Jason
ordered, toeing the man with his shoe. “When I bring her out, I don't want to
see any sign that they were ever here, is that clear?” He didn't wait for an
answer, he just kept on walking towards the bedroom, and closed the door behind
him without a backwards glance.
    ~~~~~~~~~~
    Josh wasn't happy
with Jason's tone of voice and if the mummy hadn't been in such close
proximity, he would have had a word with his brother. He and Jake were in for
the long haul, that was a given, but Jason needed a reminder that they weren't
his minions. They were beside him because they were his brothers and that was
where they wanted to be.
    Almost as soon as
his irritation raised its head, it was gone. He knew Jason appreciated their
presence. He was equally clear that if he and Jake packed up and left at this
moment, Jason would forge on alone, accomplish his goals, probably unscathed,
and still have Aviva giving him her unconditional love.
    “I need to use
the bathroom.”
    Looking over at
mummy boy, Josh laughed. “Are you for real? You come in here uninvited, with
guns, and then you want to use our bathroom. Well, let me apologize in advance
because my answer is no. You're just gonna have to hold it because I'm not
letting you out of your wrapping, and I still need to move you and wrap up that
other thing on the floor. In case you don't get my drift, let me spell it out
for you. If you piss yourself before I get around to moving you, I'm gonna pull
out your dick by the root.”
    Across the room,
Jake winced and shuddered, laughing at Josh's comment. “I suppose I could move
him while you go and get the rest of the binding for this one,” Jake said
helpfully with a head motion towards the prone man, his dimples on display to
accompany his suggestion.
    The brothers
stared at each for a moment then looked