Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I’m full of rage. This could be anyone—the drug dealer I took care of for Bethany, the Evil Savages MC. I wouldn’t put it past Rage to double-cross us. People were always after their own agenda, and right now I was so fucking pissed. I’d kill them all. I would have the streets dripping with blood if I had to. They nearly hurt my woman. There was no way anyone would get away with this.
I wanted to kill.
I wanted to hurt.
My thirst for blood was so fucking strong I could taste it. I was hungry for it.
Clifford arrived with the man’s details and I opened them up. It gave his address, which I had to wonder if it was real. Marcus Knight. I didn’t recognize the name, and glancing at his picture, none of his details rang a bell. I had nothing to do with this man, and he shouldn’t be trying to kill me, yet that was exactly what he was doing, and now I was pissed off. So fucking pissed.
The police arrived and it was someone on my payroll. I gave him a few tips, and then left, leaving him to clean up the mess. This is what I paid people for.
There was already another car waiting. One of the soldiers had brought it at Terrance’s request. I sat in the passenger seat as he drove, and I looked through the file. Pulling out my cell phone, I took a snapshot and sent it to my main computer guy, Edmund. He worked at the casino. He could crack any code and find all the dirt that was needed. He had a thing with numbers as well. I made sure he was protected. He was a good guy.
He used to be part of the Italian mafia, but because of his slender frame and the fact he faints at the sight of blood, they tried to kill him. I found him, killed the men who were about to take the final shot, rescued him, and he’d been loyal to me ever since.
Within minutes, my cell phone rang.
“What do you have?” I asked.
“Okay, so this guy makes next to nothing as a maître d’ at one of your restaurants. However, an hour ago, fifty thousand dollars has just been wired into his account, but this is where it gets interesting. The wire comes from Oleg Pavlov’s territory, Mr. Belov. Someone in his territory paid for him to do something.”
I know exactly what he paid for.
“I want you to run a check.” I give him Bethany’s name and Edmund hangs up after he says, “On it.”
I press my cell phone against my lips. I need to call Ivan but I don’t have all the facts yet.
Terrance pulls up at an apartment building that had seen many fucking better days. It’s crumbling. Men and women are on street corners. The scent of poverty is heavy in the air. I’d lived in part of this world long ago.
Climbing out of the car, the men notice me, recognize me, and scatter. This is what the Volkov do. They instill fear. It didn’t matter the gang, they knew we had more power. Usually, it was only men with little dicks who wanted to prove a point or thought they could overthrow our power. None of them were here today.
Stepping up to the building, I tilt my head back. Marcus had made a very bad decision. Entering the building, I notice the elevator isn’t working. Not that I’m surprised. In places like this, elevators were always the first things to go. Diapers, used condoms, needles, dollies, and teddy bears decorated the stairs. The stench of piss and shit were heavy in the air. It was a smell I’d not encountered for some time, and it made me sick to my stomach, but I kept moving.
Marcus Knight lived on the fifth floor, and I had to wonder if Adelaide would still mark the area she could or couldn’t move to. I hadn’t gotten the floors cleaned in my penthouse. I rather liked the line she had given me.
We got to the fifth floor and there was no one around. Arriving at Marcus’s door, I see it’s partially open and someone is inside. I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Pressing the door open, I see Marcus scrambling around his apartment. He doesn’t notice me and I watch him. This man helped to nearly kill my wife. I stare at his body and all I want to do is hear him scream. In a place like this, no one would report it.
“Now, is that any way to pack a suitcase?” I said, alerting him to my presence.
Marcus spins around, catches sight of me, and literally pisses himself. He drops to the floor, hands over his head.
“Please don’t kill me. Please. Please.”