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.

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

recognition on his face. An eyebrow raised slightly, his

is Derek?” I began, keeping my voice even, my

|… I don’t

seems you sent a little note to a friend

to friends of mine. Especially when

realized what I

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

then, and I watched him lean back

was no place for him

now… you’re going

fist back and let it fly, twisting my hips so that all of my muscle was thrown into the

was exactly why I’d left the gag out of his

done, though. I was

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

cried. “What do you want? I’ll do

to hear. Now, I’ll ask the questions, and

small whimper. That was

him a moment

said, spitting

I said. “And how do you know

he said, looking into

and lit into him again, punchng him squarely in the nose and hearing a crack as the bone splintered. How did he dare to insult

your sister?

everywhere. “No! Please! Stepsister..!” he continued.

to the side and narrowed

it would pressure him

would choose your mother over Rosalie’s mother?” I patted his face, “What the

I cocked my fist.

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

again. “Go ahead to make

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

did you

hair turned white all of

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

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 my mind,

this jacka*s, and my hand was tired from punching

“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 from

you again, I can guarantee you, the next person who sees you will be trying to identify your body.