Page 23 of Deadliest Throne

“I mean, it’s not that far off that they wouldn’t know anything,” Travis says, spinning the spiked bat around. “They haven’t worked for the man in years.”

"Doesn't fucking matter," I scoff. "You know how this world works. Even if you're out of the game or working for someone else, you always have a foot in someone else's door. They know something, even something small. They just need to open their minds and fucking think," I growl, stalking towards the guy who's currently strapped to the chair and bleeding.

He looks rough. One of his eyes is bulging out of its socket, and his lip is split so badly it looks like it's hanging off. Travis really did a number on him. Good.

My eyes trail over his mangled face as I crouch down in front of him. "Please," he croaks, choking on his blood and spit. "I don't know anything."

“You say that. But I’m finding it hard to believe. You have to know something. Maybe even a name that leads us to someone who might know more.”

With every passing day that we know nothing about where Tyrone is, I grow more and more impatient. Our lives will never be without some sort of danger lurking in the shadows, but apart from Raven’s deadbeat sperm donor, there’s no immediate threat. I want to make sure to tie up any loose ends without making any unnecessary waves.

He’s been quiet for too long. And maybe—by some off chance—he isn’t planning on coming for Raven anymore, but none of us are foolish enough to believe that. We are not resting until I see the life leave from that fuckers eyes with my own; listen as the last breath leaves his lungs. I want to be the one to cut up his fucking body and burn it to ash, knowing that he will never be a threat to Raven again.

“I don’t,” he shakes his head. “I haven’t worked for Tyrone in years. I don’t know anything about where he is or what he’s up to.”

"Lies," I sigh heavily. "All lies." He could be telling the truth, but a lot of people don't tend to trigger important memories until they're moments away from losing their lives.

“All I know is he’s stopped showing up to his office and is no longer in the media. That he’s taking some time off to relax, to see if he could retire soon.”

“We know all that,” Taylor responds. “Give us something we don’t. Anything. Do you know people who he’s still working with? And we’re not talking about his business front.”

“No. No one tells me anything,” he sobs.

“You're no use to us then, are you?” I sigh in frustration.

“Link, we gotta get going. If not, Raven is going to be pissed,” Hunter cuts in, reminding us.

Right, the fucking gender reveal. I have no idea why we’re making such a big deal out of this. I wanted to know the moment we did the ultrasound, but my Little Bird wanted a party... so she’s getting a party. She better be happy that I fucking love her to death.

“Guess that means our time here is done.” Raising the gun that’s in my hand, I aim it at the guy’s head and pull the trigger.

“I don’t think the way we’re handling this is working,” Travis sighs, shaking his head at the dead body. “None of these people are going to have any information; they haven’t worked with him in years.”

“What the fuck else do you propose we do?” I snarl, getting in his face. “We can’t get close enough to anyone who would know enough to give us the information we need to end this motherfucker.”

Over the years, this asshole has made his inner circle smaller and smaller. While to the public eye, he seems to have lots of friends and colleagues, he only has maybe under fifty people who work for him with his dirty dealings. And out of those fifty, he only has three who know almost everything he does—his trusted advisers.

I spent years watching this man, keeping an eye on him to make sure he stayed far away from Raven. So, I’ve come to know quite a bit about him and his dealings. Unfortunately, not enough... seeing as now I have no fucking idea where he’s hidingor what his plan is. But one thing I know for sure, whatever it is, it’s not fucking good.

“We need to find out if he has any other properties that may be listed under another name. We’ve checked all the places we know he owns legally, but someone like him would have an alias,” Hunter suggests as I toss the gun onto the table.

“You don’t think I know that.” I give him a side-eye. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”

“You sure about that?” He gives me one of his cocky smirks, and I’m really not in the fucking mood for it tonight.

“Thin ice, brother, thin ice.”

“I do love me some ice cold ice.” Hunter chuckles.

“What does that even mean?” Taylor asks. “If it wasn’t ice cold, it wouldn’t be ice.”

“I’m done with you lot.” I throw the door open and take the steps two at a time up to the main floor of the warehouse.

I’m fucking wired right now and pissed. And I can’t fucking do anything about it. That man was the last we’ve picked off the streets to question, and I couldn’t even enjoy taking his life because of this fucking party.

I can’t throw Raven against the wall and fuck the tension out of me, and Quinton is off the table, no matter how much my Little Bird enjoyed what she saw.

I’ve never had so many blowjobs in my life. Not that I don’t love my Little Bird’s warm mouth and the way she sounds when she’s choking on my cock. But nothing beats the way her cunt strangles my dick as she sobs for me, cumming so hard she passes out.

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