Page 31 of Ruthless Obsession
A few hours later, I pull myself together and head to Prez’s office. I knock three times.
“Come in.”
“Good afternoon, Prez,” I say, dropping onto the sofa.
Prez doesn’t waste time. “You, Webbs, Flock, Psycho, and Squid stirred up some shit last night.”
A slow grin spreads across my face. “We torched three of Toby’s warehouses. Didn’t find our shipment, but we took plenty of other firepower before we lit up the place. Give me the okay and I’ll have prospects run it down to Prez in New Orleans.”
Prez nods, pleased. “Do it.” He leans back on the desk. “How many properties left?”
“A dozen.” I shrug. “One of them has to have our shit.”
“This is a win for the Royal Bastards,” he says.
“Damn right it is.”
He runs his fingers through his golden-brown hair. “So… how’s your little captive? She like the house?”
My jaw flexes. I don’t want to talk about her.
“She cooked for Psycho and me.”
“Find out if she’s been feeding intel to her brother?”
“She hasn’t spoken to him in seven years.”
His brow lifts. “Why?”
I won’t tell him I think her brother helped get rid of the biker who tried to rape her. I knew Sophie didn’t tell me she killed the Hellraiser prospect, but it was implied. Especially when she said he wouldn’t ever be a problem. That only meant he was dead. I’m guessing her brother made that happen.
Prez strokes his beard. “Bring her in. I want to meet her.”
I rub my bearded jaw. “She’s not here. I left her at the house. She’s tied up for a couple of days.”
His stare sharpens. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means she tried to escape and now she’s in the prison cell inside the torture chamber.”
He pinch’s the bridge of his nose. “You left her in the torture chamber?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to go. I need to find Tonya,” I say as I stand.
“You can talk to me, Enzo.”
“Not now, cousin.”
“We have church in fifteen.”
“I’ll be there.”
I stalk out of the office. Not wanting to think about Sophie.
Tonight, my brothers and I will destroy more of asshole Toby’s businesses. That fucker has men combing the streets trying to find what no longer belongs to him. I catch his men sniffing around here I will put them down.
Once I reach the top of the stairs, I walk along the banister, taking in the club's glory. I notice a few of the rooms are occupied. Legos and his OL’ Lady live at the clubhouse. They maintain order. Make sure the club foxes keep it tidy daily. When I have to kill more than one person I take Legos with me. He has no problem helping to dismember a body.
I knock on the door.
