Tempting The Mafia Twins (Genesis and Kiefer) novel Chapter 81

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Dummies–2

The bike came to a rolling stop and when they got off the bike, Genesis made a production out of removing her helmet which caused Tadgh to laugh and then curse up a storm. Then he hugged her tight and dragged her into the building, waving at a handful of men in the distance.

“What is this place?” she asked curiously looking around.

“It’s a training facility.” Tadgh grinned at her as he linked his fingers through hers.

“A training facility?”

“Yes. Do you think we simply pick little Irishmen and women off the street and declare them fit to be part of our company? They need to be trained, Gen.”

“I had no idea. What kind of training?”

“The brutal kind. How to beat. How to take a beating. How to interrogate, which I am very gifted in but not as gifted as Kiefer. I tend to lose my patience when things drag on too long.”

She stopped in awe. “What the hell is this place?”

“Usually, it’s real bodies in here but since our last update on Laoise is she was in Tunisia and we’re closing in on her, she’s not here yet. We’ll have to use a practice dummy.”

“You,” she walked a few feet forward and then stopped again, looking at him incredulously. “You did this?”

“Yup.”

“Tadgh, they’re ballistic dummies.”

“Yes.”

“Made to look like your sister and Laoise.” She was staring at the bright red–haired wig on one of the mannequins, her breath catching with the ideas floating through her brain.

“Yes.”

He tossed his leather coat over the back of a nearby

chair. “They’re the kind they use on the television show MythBusters, with the blood and guts and stuff.” He grabbed a baseball bat off a nearby table. He wiggled it. “There are even fake brains in there. The bones will make cracking noises.”

“Tadgh, some people would think this is really sick.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” He grinned at her, his teeth on full display, “after you beat them, break their bones, bash their brains out and then shoot them, we’re having dinner.”

“Shoot them?”

“Yes. I have a gun for you. You can pull the trigger on both of them. Then, we’ll go to one of the other outbuildings and we’re going to have a picnic, share a bottle of wine, make out a bit and I’ll even serenade you.”

“Serenade me?”

“Uh–huh,” he winked at her, “I brought my guitar with me. When I was a teenager, I dreamed of being a rockstar. A few guys and I made a band, and we played a few gigs before

“Not in a pub. Girls have sex in those pubs,” she made wide eyes at him.

“Yes, they do.”

“So, our date is me getting rid of my rage and my anger, then

having dinner and cuddles and some music?”

“Yes, and talking, and I have another surprise for you in the other room too but not until you’re ready. Right now, you’re not ready. There is still too much anger. You ready?” He held 5/7 the bat out to her.

Her eyes flicked to the table of weapons splayed out. “Yes but, can I use something instead of the bat?”

“Sure. What are you thinking?” he walked with her over to the table.

“I’ll use the bat after, but I want to start with something a bit more personal.” She lifted a blow torch. She saw his amused expression. “You think it’s funny?”

“No. I think earlier today when I told Kiefer about my plans for our date, he freaked at me and told me I was going to set you back five years in your healing by triggering the abuse they put you through. Dad told me to trust my gut when it comes to you, and therefore I stuck with it. I know I’m right,

Genesis. You need this. I can see it in your face. Go.” He waved to the dummies. “Torture the fuck out of those two

bitches who stole your baby boy from you. We can move on after but first, let’s fuck shit up.”