Page 104 of The Loathing

They couldn’t even run a piss up in a brewery let alone the crime world that their daddy dearest dominated before them.

I grab Xander’s arm and drag him up. “Get the fuck up,” I grit, dusting him down and pulling him by my side.

Ezekiel runs through the door, his eyes bouncing round the room at the situation.

“Go and find your mother,” I bark at him, and he scuttles away. I love Ezekiel but he wasn’t made for situations like this. He is too soft and I’m not mad about it. I am glad he isn’t heartless and ruthless like me and Xander are. Pain slices through me at the memory of my brother; Xander reminds me so much of him in some ways. Xander was a coward. Not like my boy.

“What do I owe the pleasure?” I ask, stepping forward.

“We’ve come to collect what is rightfully ours,” Wolfe snarls, stepping closer to me so we’re toe to toe.

“Well, that’s going to be a bit of a problem,” I admit, reaching out and picking a bit of lint off his shitty looking tweed jacket.

“And why is that?” Hunter pipes up, puffing his chest out and tilting his chin.

“You look like such a prick acting like that,” I scoff, shaking my head.

Hunter rushes for me, but Wolfe holds his arm out to stop him.

“Not now, brother.”

I smirk in Hunter’s direction, winding him up a little more.

“You were saying?” Wolfe glared at me.

“She isn’t here,” I cross my arms over my chest, and I see Xander step slightly forward, so he is just in front of me.

My protective boy. Nothing like his uncle.

“Where the fuck is she?” Wolfe shouts and spit flies from his rancid mouth and onto my shirt.

I look down, disgust evident on my face as I reach for the napkin out of my top pocket of my suit and wipe it off.

“I wish I knew, I really do but I have no idea where she is.”

“What!?” he hisses, and Hunter just glares at me.

“You heard me.”

“I fucking heard you; I don’t understand how you don’t know where she is!”

“Her bodyguard snuck her out in a suitcase in the middle of the night,” I shrug my shoulders up, “sneaky fucker that one,” I point, wagging my finger at him.

Wolfe is the one that rushes for me now, grabbing the lapel of my suit jacket, clutching it. I have no idea what he is trying to do but I don’t budge.

“What are you doing?” I scoff, looking down on him.

“Fuck off,” he shoves into me and steps away, turning his back on me as he pushes his hand through his greasy hair.

“You have three days to get her back, if you don’t…”

“Then what?” I sit on the edge of my desk, ankles crossed and link my fingers together and rest them on my lap.

“He’ll put a bullet through your head,” Hunter pipes up from behind Wolfe.

“Why are you answering for him? Is the big, bad, Wolfe not brave enough to say it?”

Wolfe turns and narrows his gaze on me.

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