Page 40 of The Mafia Princess

“Yes.”

“Her father was the one to give you the orders?”

The man spat blood to the side. “Yes. You’ll make an enemy of him if you don’t let me go.”

Remington laughed. “I’m already his enemy. No one touches what belongs to me without dying.”

The man laughed. “You can’t kill the King.”

“From what I understand, it might have already been done. If not, it will happen soon.”

The man’s eyes widened, and real fear started to show. The man had been an idiot if he thought he would leave the building alive.

Remington took his suit coat off, handed it to the nearest man, and then rolled up his sleeves.

“Listen, mister, I wasn’t really going to hurt the woman.”

Remington punched him on the side of his face making his cheek burst open and blood run down his neck.

“Don’t you fucking tell me that shit. We both know you would get great pleasure from killing the princess.”

“Listen!” the man yelled.

“The time for talking is over, my friend.”

Remington went at the man with all the pent-up anger he’d had since she was attacked in the hotel. Besides punching him, he kicked him in the gut as he’d done to her. It knocked him over a few times, but a man was always there to lift him back up.

When he took a breath, he saw the man was bleeding from every orifice on his face, even his eyes and ears. The bastard was barely breathing already.

“Fuck, Lad, you hardly gave me any sport,” Remington told the man in the chair.

The men around him laughed.

He held out a hand. “Knife.”

One of the men immediately set one in his hand.

“You fucked with the wrong family, and now you’re going to Hell.”

Remington slit the man’s throat and stood back as he bled out.

“You men know what to do,” Graham said and handed Remington his jacket. “I’d wait to put that on before you change your clothing. You got a little blood on you.”

Remington snorted but draped the jacket over his arm. He got more than a little and knew it had splattered on his face and arms. He just hoped they didn’t get pulled over on the way home. “I need to get back to change because I have a meeting in an hour.”

Graham nodded. “Then let’s go.”

The short ride back was made in silence. A normal person might have dwelled on the fact they had just taken a person’s life, but he considered it part of his job and moved on to the business meeting he had later.

“Hello, gentlemen,” Martin said as he opened the front door.

He liked how the man didn’t blink when he saw the blood on him. “Hello, Martin.” He turned to Graham. “Will you give Alastair the rundown?”

“Sure. I’ll do it now if he’s not busy.”

“Thank you.”

Remington walked up the stairs and into his room, threw the jacket on the bed, and unbuttoned his shirt. He stopped short and mentally cursed when Anna walked out of the bathroom.

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