Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

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

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

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

do?” he asked. |… I don’t

seems you sent a little note to a friend of

Especially when those

realized what I was referring

a finger and wagged it back and forth. “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

I watched him lean back

was no place

now… you’re going to

my muscle was thrown into the punch. I connected with his cheekbone and heard his eye socket shatter

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

though. I was

again, I hit him with a left hook, followed by a right jab and then another. I hit him several more times, blood flying up and sprinkling my men that were standing nearby. None

Derek cried. “What do you want? I’ll do

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

a small whimper. That was

asked him, giving him a moment to catch

said, spitting

said. “And how

sister,” he said,

into him again, punchng him squarely in the nose and hearing a crack as the bone splintered. How

me, she’s your sister?

blood spurted everywhere. “No! Please! Stepsister..!” he continued. “She’s

side and narrowed my eyes at

would pressure him to tell me everything he knew

of a man would choose your mother over Rosalie’s mother?” I patted his face, “What the f*ck did your mother do to make Rosalie’s father

I cocked my fist.

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

“Go ahead to make up your f*cking

he explained as fast as he

did you know

all of sudden, and

I thought over what he was saying. In all of my intelligence collecting about Rosalie, I hadn’t heard anything

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 my mind, I

with this jacka*s, and my hand was tired

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, ever going to hear

you again, I can guarantee you, the