Page 6 of Indecent Villain

“Brinkley,” Edgar growls. “I overheard him bragging about knowing where Jubal is hiding out. Why the fuck he’d do that is anyone’s guess.”

I narrow my gaze and clench my fists. “He’s either stupid for flapping his jaws or doesn’t know shit, which also makes him stupid.”

The man spits blood on the floor. “Fuck you! I know who you are, and you and that bitch will be next.”

Before the asshole can blink, I slam my fist into his face. The chair wobbles and then crashes backward.

“Where the fuck is he?”

Although the man laughs, fear sets in. I see it in his eyes and the piss stain on his jeans.

“I lied.” He laughs. “I fucking lied. I don’t even know who Jubal is.”

I crouch beside him as I wipe my hands on a cloth. “You see, I don’t believe you. With both mine and Edge’s men looking for Jubal, it would be fucking idiotic to lie about knowing him.” I glare at the piece of shit and force myself to stand. To Edgar, I say, “Find out what you can. Then turn him over to Edge.”

“No way.” Brinkley tugs against his bindings, struggling to break free. “He’ll kill me.”

Edgar laughs. “Beckett didn’t say you have to be alive when I turn you over to Edge.”

Pure fear erupts on Brinkley’s face.

I walk away. Salem, who had kept to the background, says, “Something doesn’t add up with that asshole.”

That is what I’ve been thinking since Edgar brought him in.

Five minutes later, my phone beeps with a message from Edgar. I read it twice before sharing the info with Salem. “Edgar sent the location Brinkley gave him to Prez to get the murdering asshole.”

“Fucking hell! Brinkley really was an idiot.”

I trust Prez to find Jubal now. All I must do is wait. Something I’ve been doing since Jude died.

“Make sure the bikes are loaded on to the truck. I don’t want to be traveling back and forth between the houses for now.”

“They’ve already been loaded. When do you want to leave?”

“Now.”

Salem heads off to round the men up while I stand outside in the fresh air. In truth, I don’t want Kinsley in this world of mine, but whether I do or not, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Kinsley’s life is now tied to mine whether she likes it or not.

4

KINSLEY

I watchas four large black SUVs come up the driveway. My heart thuds in my chest with a mixture of fear and excitement. Tiberius said he would be back.

The moment he steps onto the gravel driveway, his head lifts, and those dark-gray eyes of his land on me. I don't move, and neither does he, until another man says something to him. I shake myself, questioning how the man can ensnare me so easily.

Men in jeans and tees climb from the vehicles. Out of the nine men I count, two are wearing dark suits. Tiberius has changed out of his suit into black jeans and a white tee with sunglasses perched atop his head. It’s certainly a different view of the man than the one I previously had. Who are the men with him? They all look dangerous and unapproachable. Surely, they’re not all moving into the house.

My head turns as I hear booted feet enter the house. Tiberius gives instructions in a loud voice, and then the footsteps start upstairs. My bedroom door is locked, but that won't keep anyone out who is determined to get inside.

A moment later, there is a knock on my door. "Ms. Kinsley, your, um, uncle, would like you to come downstairs."

I frown at the door. The voice is hesitant, which is not what I expected. Suddenly, more curious than scared, I dash to the door and pull it open. My eyes shoot wide at the huge man standing before me in a lovely dark-gray suit. He is most certainly not what I expected after the voice I heard through the door.

He smirks. "Call me Jock," he says in a calm voice. "You must be Kinsley." He holds out his hand and smiles, but then his eyes narrow as he zeroes in on the side of my face that is red and bruised. "Who did that to you?" His voice deepens.

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