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Chapter 111 Soren Met Derek

I rode in the backseat of my car to the location where Thomas had instructed my driver to take me.

“I’m impressed by your little daredevil.”

“What do you mean?”

“I gotta say, had you not told me to keep a close eye, I would’ve been tricked by her.”

I didn’t respond, waiting for him to continue.

“She was selling on the market, and honestly, her products sold pretty well-”.

“Get to your point.”

“Yes, yes, here’s the thing. Most of her customers stopped to talk to her before they picked up their products, except for one. He grabbed a bag from her and walked away.”

I thought for a moment, and asked, “A bag of money?”

Thomas whistled. “Bingo! Impressive, boss.”

I frowned. Why would Rosalie give him money? “You got the guy? What did he say?”

“His name is Derek. He admitted that he had blackmailed her.”

The driver pulled the car to a stop, and I took a few deep breaths, trying to keep my cool.

Whoever that person was, it wouldn’t do for him to see just how agitated I was, not to start with anyway.

I got out of the car, tugging on my cufflinks as I went. I straightened my tie and had a quick look around.

Thomas had picked a great location for this. We were on the outskirts of town, away from houses, in an old warehouse.

Where no one would hear him scream.

A few of my men walked in front of me, others behind, as we approached a side door. The scent of old cardboard hit my lungs as the door whipped open, one of my men holding it for me. It was dark inside, only a bare bulb hanging over the head of our captive.

He stared up into my eyes, and I could see the fear gleaming back at me from his dark orbs. Our footsteps echoed off the concrete floor as we made our way over to where Thomas and a few others stood around him. He was tied to a folding chair, but his mouth wasn’t bound. The stench of his sweat burned my nostrils and stopped me short of the circle of light that illuminated only him.

His lip was bleeding, and his eye was swollen. Other than that, he looked like he’d gotten off easy. This time.

He’d already lost a hand.

Today, he might lose even more.

a bit, letting the anticipation for who I

light, I saw the recognition on his

Your name is Derek?” I began, keeping my voice even, my tone calm.

asked. |… I don’t think

to a friend of mine. And I don’t like it when people like

mine. Especially when those notes aren’t

eyes widened as he realized what I was referring to. “I’m sorry.

It doesn’t matter that you didn’t know that she was my

to him then, and I watched him lean back in his

there was no place for

you’re going

so that all of my muscle was thrown into the punch. I connected with his cheekbone and

out in anguish was exactly why I’d left the gag

done, though. I was only getting

by a right jab and then another. I hit him several more times, blood flying up and sprinkling

cried. “What do you want?

“Good,” I said. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Now, I’ll ask

small whimper. That was enough

him, giving him a moment to catch his

said,

“And how

sister,” he said, looking into

a way I couldn’t describe. I bursted out laughing, and lit into him again, punchng him squarely in the nose and hearing a crack as the bone splintered. How did he

me, she’s your

as blood spurted everywhere. “No! Please!

the side and narrowed my

stepsister?” I had to seem skeptical. Only then it would pressure him

mother over Rosalie’s mother?” I patted his face, “What the f*ck did your mother do

I cocked my fist.

again. “No! No!,” he said. It was difficult to understand him because his mouth was so swollen. “He.. he

punched him again. “Go ahead to make

as he could. “Her mother

how did you

really! They said her hair turned white all of sudden, and she died not long after

over what he was saying. In all of

f*cking idea what you’re talking about, you a*shole,” I told him. “I think you just made that shot up so I’d stop punching you in the face.” | glared at him, but in the back of

and my hand was tired from

forward and grabbing the back of his head. I yanked his head backward, hard. He grimaced and stared up at me. “You told Rosalie you

his hair, and his eyes bulged. “If I ever hear from you again, I can guarantee