Page 102 of Filthy Royal

Maddox laughed.

From behind him came a gasp.

Damien told himself it was better if she was afraid, that it would make it easier for him to extract the intel he needed.

He loomed over the prince. “I don’t want to hear shit from you, just the answers to my questions.”

The guy nodded, wisely keeping his mouth shut.

“Do you know Darvish Sartin?”

“No. I—”

“Shivrad Nitras?”

“Y-yes. I mean, I’ve heard of him,” the prince hurried to explain when he saw Damien’s expression. “But I don’tknowhim. He’s the head of the Consortium, has been for several planetary rotations now. His name is on all my invitations to fighting events, but he’s elusive. Never attends the events himself.”

It fucking killed Damien to think how long their half brother had been plotting and scheming right under his and his brothers’ noses when they hadn’t even realized the guy existed or what he’d taken from them.

Hang on, Zaya. I will find Darvish, and then I will find you.

“What do you know about his operations?”

“Nothing.”

“Maddox.” Damien glanced at his brother, who stood behind the chair. “A little help?”

“Sure thing.” The kid wrapped his big hands around the prince’s neck and squeezed. They’d perfected their interrogation techniques on the last guy.

Another sharp intake of breath came from behind him.

Ignoring it, Damien leaned in close to the male, whose purple skin was fast changing to a mottled black. “I’m going to ask you again, and I want you to think hard.”

Eyes wild, the male nodded.

Damien gave Maddox the signal.

The male gasped for breath. “I-I know he makes a lot of money for the Consortium. That he doesn’t like to be seen. Th-that he has an assistant.”

“Nope. Think harder.” He signaled Maddox again.

The prince screeched in panic.

“Stop!” Scarlett’s chains rattled. “He’s an entitled fool. But he knows nothing. He’s just a mark. A means to more profit.”

“You sleeping with him too?” Damien’s hand struck out, wrapping around Jai’s throat. “Is that why you’re so protective of him?”

A moment’s silence. “I wouldn’t let him touch me for all the chits in the galaxy.”

Truth or a lie? Damien had no idea. “So you won’t mind me fucking him up?”

The prince moaned beneath his hold.

Another brief hesitation from behind. “I really don’t care what you do to him, but he is Federation, and they will retaliate if he disappears.”

“Interesting. The old Scarlett would never have been so callous.”

“Whereas this new Damien uses his fists to solve everything, as always.”

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