The Predator – Oakmount Elite Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: J.L. Beck Advertisement

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"What the actual fuck?" Grady shouts, his Irish accent thick and sleep filled. "What the hell are ye doing to my door, man?"

I crowd into him, backing him into his apartment. He's quick, so we don't actually make contact until he stops and holds his ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

I unclench my jaw and swallow hard. "I need whatever information you have on Yanov. Now."

"I'm not done with my investigation yet. You know that. I'd have turned it over already. I'm..."

I cut him off with a hand to his throat, and he bats it away, eyes wide. "Touch me again, and we'll have a down and dirty brawl, mate." Grady says.

I lunge for him, and he shifts expertly out of the way. "What the fuck is happening?"

"Yanov took her. He took her. He fucking took her, and I need to get her back."

His forehead crinkles as he continues to dodge my efforts to get ahold of him. He grabs his phone out of his pajama pants and hits a few numbers. He better be calling the police or an ambulance because he’s going to need them.

"Yo, yeah. You need to come’n get Sebastian, as he's about to get himself fucked up," he says to whoever is on the other end.

I turn to face the room. Mismatched furniture, an entire computer bank against one wall. A shelf of camera equipment. I catalog every trivial thing my gaze touches so I don't kill Grady before he can give me what I need.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to the edge and managed to hold myself back. After a few seconds of grasping at composure, I turn back to face the investigator again. I'm definitely not in control, but I’m also not on the verge of killing him. "Please.” I bite off the word through gritted teeth. “Give me whatever information you have."

He hangs up his phone, stalks over to the computer, and throws himself into the chair while muttering a slew of curses at me under his breath. Numerous screens pop up all at once, and I move closer, reaching for the screen to adjust it so I can see it better.

"Don't touch my computer, asshole, or I'll gut you."

I snort, the threat breaking through the haze of anger like nothing else. "I won't need to if you just give me an address or something. Anything to start with."

I drag my attention back to the screen and scan the information he has pulled up. There are details of Yanov's day to day activities. A few house locations where he's been seen…but they don't seem to be where he actually lives..

I pin Grady with a glare. "All this time, and you haven't found a thing on where this asshole lives?"

He shrugs. "He's a paranoid dick who moves around at the slightest thing. I’ve watched him go from hotel to hotel, even staying at brothels or couchsurfing. It's like he fears having one location to be found in. That might be due to how many women he's sold into slavery in the short time I've been monitoring him. It’s crazy⁠—"

"Tragic," I interrupt, deadpan.

He looks up at me, his jaw set. "It is fucking tragic. These are people with lives, with children; they don't deserve what he puts them through."

"No one deserves to be put through something like that, which is why I’ve hired you to help me. He has Elyse, and who knows what the fuck he plans to do next. Now are you going to do what I hired you to do, or not?”

His eyes narrow, and he hits a key on the computer. The screen clears to all black. "And what if he's already sold your girl? She could be on her way to a European country to be the plaything of some other rich dickhead."

I clench my jaw, suddenly aware I've hit a nerve with him. "Pull it back up so I can find something in all this shit that I didn't ask you to document."

He sits back and hikes up his chin, defiance oozing out of him, and his defiance is all it takes for me to snap. I launch myself at him, fist flying right into the smug look on his face. His head snaps to the side, and he comes back at me, throwing me back. He’s strong for his somewhat scrawny frame.

We hit the wall hard, the impact knocking the breath out of me. This asshole doesn’t stand a chance. Not when I need to hit someone like I need to breathe. I don't hold back when I punch him a second time, my fist landing in his gut.

He doubles over and stumbles to the side. "What the fuck? For wanting my help, you certainly have no manners.”

I’m lost in a sea of red, my anger climbing. Who the fuck does he think he is? Like I don’t know she might already be sold. Raining down on him, I land a punch wherever I can. He holds his hands and arms up to block his face, but it doesn’t stop me from landing a jab or two right on his stupid chin.

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