Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
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*Lyon*
“Who are you?”
“Lyon. Don’t be afraid; no one is going to hurt you here.”
“Where is here? Why did you bring me here?” My head still hurt like hell, and the light in this room was not helping.
“You shouldn’t worry about the where or the who. You should be more worried about the why.” Dafuq am I doing here? Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t discriminate. Whether you’re a man or a woman, if you do some dark shit that gets on my wrong side, I’ll take you out.
I don’t feel for this one even a little bit because she’s a horrible twit who had not only fucked over others to get her way, but she knew about what was going on even when her ex didn’t, and to keep her place in his life and this fucked up town, she’d said and done nothing. I have no use for people like her, and I have only one way of dealing with them.
We had all the information we needed from her stash, but the guys had rightfully claimed that she might have more than what was in there. If she did, that would make her a monster because what we’d found was plenty.
I’m not sure what my boys were playing at because they know I never let my prey see the inside of a courthouse, but they were acting kinda antsy with this one. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear they were stalling or some shit. I’ve got shit to do.
“Do you remember this?” I held up the notebook she’d hidden in the back of the bunny. She shook her head no to that and all the other pieces of evidence I held up for her to see until I held up the bunny.
“What about this? You don’t remember this either?” Lie to me again. I’ll two to the chest and one to the head you. Maybe I’m being a bit harsh since she was only a kid when this whole thing started. But there were plenty of opportunities for her to do something over the years that she knew about this shit.
The evidence she kept told its own story, and she had to have known what she was sitting on. Even if she’s been afraid to go to the authorities, I don’t think that that was her reason for staying mute on the subject. From what I’d gathered so far, no one liked her. Char seems to think she’s Jezebel reincarnated; my guys don’t want to deal with her, and my kid is on some shit where this girl is concerned.
If I’d seen her on the street, all I would’ve seen was a starving blonde who looked hungry for more than food; it’s in her eyes. But these fucks seem to think that she has some kind of power or some shit. I don’t know anything about that hocus pocus bullshit, but I know what a bullet can do to flesh, so I don’t really give a fuck.
Her eyes shifted from side to side, and I guess the effects of whatever my little criminal in the making had those people feed her were wearing off. “I’ve never seen that before.” I looked at Cord, who walked over and took her hand.
“What’re you doing?”
The fingerprint machine beeped as he held it up. “It’s a match.” He dropped her hand and walked back to my side.
“We lifted your prints off of some of the stuff you had in here. So, you wanna tell me again? How long have you been collecting this information, and what else do you know?”
Now she looked nervous. “That’s all I know; I didn’t have anything to do with that stuff. I never helped them. I was only supposed to keep Ryder in check, nothing else.”
“What does that mean? Keep him in check?”
“Keep watch over him, tell them what he was doing, what he was thinking, stuff like that.”
“Why were you doing that? Wasn’t he your husband?”
“It’s the only way Mary would help me. Is if I agreed to do that.”
“Where else were they getting girls from? It wasn’t just his concerts, was it? Did you hide anything else, anywhere else?” Again, her eyes shifted around, and she squirmed in her seat. “There’s a safety deposit box.” She rattled off the information, even giving us where she hid the key, and my boys started moving around behind me to head out.
“Anything else?”
“No, that’s it. Can I go home now? I want to see Ryder.” I started to tell her that that wasn’t going to be possible, but my phone rang.
“What?”
“Daddy, are you done questioning her?”
“Just about.”
“Fine, turn on the TV.” Dafuq did she do now?
I motioned for Mancini to the honors, and the screen came alive behind me. I didn’t turn my head to look but kept my eyes on her. “Who was that?” I guess she was asking about the phone call that my kid had just hung up in my ear after dishing out orders.