Page 64 of Stabby Little

"It looks like he didn't."

“It's worse than that. It seems like Khalid's still part of the Diavolos' inner circle."

"You know about the rumors?"

"He kidnapped young men for the human slavery trade and had sex with them despite Michael's orders. He blackmailed their families into giving him money but killed their sons anyway."

"Look." Jagger nudges my ribs. "He's getting up."

Khalid rises from his seat and slips away from the table. He heads down the cobblestone walkway and walks into Anton's house.

"I'm following him."

Jagger grips my hand. "You're out of your fucking mind."

"I don't have a fucking choice." I spit the words out. "This bastard might know what happened to Ollie and Nolan. If he has any information, I have an obligation to find out."

"This is Tiffy's wedding." Jagger tightens his grip on my hand. "Michael will put a bullet in your head if he catches you."

"This is for Ollie." I stare dead into Jagger's eyes. "Every fucking man let that boy down. I refuse to do the same."

Pushing my chair in, I follow Khalid into Anton's house. I linger with the guests first, making my presence known. I swing by Crystal's table and peek at her date for a second.

Sweet… mother of God. I've never seen eyes thatgreen. They glisten like emeralds, radiant and lush and mesmerizing. I close my eyes, already picturing this boy bouncing on my cock. I bet he takes dick like a porn star. I don't know what the fuck Crystal is doing with him, because he's a total twink through and through who needs a Daddy.

Crystal's date doesn't look at me. It's like he doesn't even notice I'm here.

I head into the house. I comb through the first floor looking for Khalid. When I don't see him, I climb a sprawling staircase and step onto the second floor.

I go through every room, penetrating every corner. I know he's here, because there's no way to leave this wedding without getting in a car. I would've heard an engine start, and I certainly didn't.

I'm contemplating heading back to the first floor when I hear the sound. I rush across the hallway and see a large brutish man with his back turned to me.

He's standing in front of a chest of drawers. He's tearing through the top drawer, searching for something. At last, he pulls out a diamond necklace and shoves it in his pocket.

Busted. This motherfucker is robbing his boss's family.

"Turn around."

In a flash, I pull out my Glock and aim it at him.

Khalid spins around. "Who the fuck are you?"

I cross the room and ram the gun into his chin. "You're stealing from the Diavolos. They sent me here to search for you."

Khalid's eyes narrow. "Anton ordered me to secure his grandmother's jewelry. There are too many strangers here who might go through the house."

"Bullshit." I spit at his feet. "I just spoke to Anton. No one should be on this floor."

"I'll give you half." Khalid gnashes his teeth. "These necklaces and rings will go for three million dollars."

"You're out of your fucking mind."

Raising my Glock, I bring it down on Khalid's cheek.

Hard.

A crunching sound fills the air.

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