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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.

him for a moment, letting him squirm a bit, letting the anticipation for who I was and

the light, I saw the recognition on his face. An eyebrow raised slightly, his

I have a little matter to discuss. Your name is Derek?” I began, keeping

asked. |…

I said, “It seems you sent a little note to a friend of mine.

friends of mine. Especially when those notes

eyes widened as he realized what I was

“Don’t start making excuses. It’s best not to start making excuses. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t know that she was my friend, or you didn’t realize I would find out, or

to him then, and I watched him lean back in

there was no place for him

now… you’re going

back and let it fly, twisting my hips so that all of my muscle was thrown into the punch. I connected with his cheekbone

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

wasn’t done, though. I was only

left hook, followed by a right jab and then another. I hit him

cried. “What do

I wanted to hear. Now, I’ll ask the

answer was a small

him a moment to catch his breath

said, spitting

said. “And

said, looking

response made me angry in 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 dare to

me, she’s your sister? You

blood spurted everywhere.

the side and narrowed

had to seem skeptical. Only then it would pressure him to tell

mother?” I patted his face, “What the

I cocked my fist.

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

ahead to make

it was true!” he explained as fast as he could. “Her mother died due to a

how did you

white all

thought over what he was saying. In all of my intelligence collecting about Rosalie,

up so I’d stop punching you in the

jacka*s, and my hand was tired from punching him in

his head. I yanked his head backward, hard. He grimaced and stared up at me. “You told Rosalie you needed money, and you have it now. Get your a*s off of this island. You’re going to leave, and she is never,

I ever hear from you again, I can guarantee you, the next person who sees you will be trying to