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.

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

the recognition on his face. An eyebrow raised slightly, his eyes widened

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

do?” he asked. |… I don’t think

note to a friend of mine. And I don’t

Especially when those notes aren’t very

widened as he realized what I was referring

up 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

over to him then, and I watched

place

now… you’re going

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

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

wasn’t done, though. I was only getting

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

Derek cried. “What do you want?

hear. Now, I’ll ask the questions, and you’ll answer them. Got

small whimper. That was enough for

are you from?” I asked him, giving him a moment to catch his breath with an easy

he said, spitting

said. “And

he said, looking into my

again, punchng him squarely in the nose and hearing

she’s your sister?

in pain as blood spurted everywhere. “No! Please! Stepsister..!” he continued. “She’s my

side and narrowed my eyes

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

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

I cocked my fist.

eyes grew large as he realized I was going to hit him again. “No! No!,” he said. It was difficult to understand him because

“Go ahead to make

was true!” he explained as fast as he could.

did

white all of sudden, and

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

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 decided I needed to have his statements

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

me. “You told Rosalie you needed money, and

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