Sould 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.

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

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

little matter to discuss. Your name is Derek?” I began, keeping my voice even, my tone calm. It was more

do?” he asked. |… I

think we do,” I said, “It seems you sent a little note to a

Especially

eyes widened as he realized what I was referring

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 realize I would find out, or any of the other

him then, and I watched him lean

no place

now… you’re going to

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

in pain. Hearing him cry out in anguish was exactly why I’d left

I was only getting

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

cried. “What do

“Good,” I said. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Now, I’ll ask the questions, and you’ll answer them. Got

a small whimper. That was enough for

him, giving him a moment to catch his breath with an easy

said, spitting

I said. “And how do you

he said,

I bursted out laughing, and lit into him again, punchng him squarely in the nose and

she’s your sister? You ugly

in pain as blood spurted everywhere. “No! Please! Stepsister..!” he continued.

my head to the side and narrowed

skeptical. Only then it would pressure him to tell me everything he knew

patted his face, “What the f*ck did your mother do to

I cocked my fist.

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

again. “Go ahead to make up your f*cking

as he

how did you

hair turned white all of sudden, and she died not

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

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

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

I ever hear from you again, I can guarantee you, the next person who sees you