Jacobs Knight On His Deathbed

When the call connected, Salto asked smugly, "Guess who has your wife?"

Instead of calling Natasha, he decided to call Pierce and taunt him with the fact Queenie was now in his hands.

In as much as he didn't want to admit, he had always felt like Pierce was his superior. While he had to strive to make certain things come through, Pierce's subordinates were the one who did it whenever they wished to have a good standing with Pierce.

And the fact that Pierce was a good business. Something he, Salto, didn't know.

"Then I must implore you to take good care of her and restrain from informing Natasha until I arrive to pick her up." The man's lazy voice floated from the other end.

Salto took the phone off his ears and glanced at the number again. When he confirmed it belonged to Pierce, he had a confused look.

Why wasn't Pierce anxious?

He chose to tell himself that the man was only masking his worry.

"You know, you don't have to act like you don't care when you actually care. However