Page 28 of Demanding Mob Boss

"The other two?"

"They know the name of their handler, but that's it. They were told where to go and how much they had to earn before going back."

"Going back where?"

Ronan lists off an address. "My team checked it out last night. No one was there. We've got eyes on it in case anyone returns."

"Nab anyone who shows up." I think and then add. "If a cop shows, get his information without letting him know we're watching."

Ronan inclines his head. "Those are the instructions I gave my men."

Ronan Byrne is four years older than me and when my father died, he could have started a civil war. He had as much right to be Boss as I did. Merciless and intelligent, he would have been good at the job.

He didn't want it.

I never asked why. I don't care. He's good at running this side of the business and I'm glad I didn't have to kill him or any of his men. They're strong fighters and they don't make trouble within the organization.

We head toward Cell 3. A quick check of the camera feed from the room on his phone and then Ronan opens the door with a code.

A woman sits on the narrow cot, her knees up, her back against the wall. Her skirt would barely cover her ass if she was standing up. In her current position, it doesn't hide her thong covered waxed pussy. Her top is snug and short. The four-inch heels she'd been wearing are lying carelessly on the floor by the cot.

She's older than I expected. Mid thirties maybe. There's a cunning glint in her dark eyes.

"Did you wand her for tracking devices?" I ask Ronan.

"Don't need to. There's no signal getting out, or coming in here."

He doesn't saydownhere. Ronan would have had the women blindfolded when he brought them in. The Cells have no windows. The walls are finished with sheet rock. There's no way to know they are in a basement.

Something flickers in the woman's eyes.

"Where are their things?"

"My tech guys have them."

"Good." Maybe we'll get lucky, and they'll find something useful. The gang members sure as hell haven't been so far.

"What is your name?" I ask the woman.

"Carmen. What's yours?"

"Boss. You were tricking in my territory, Carmen. Who sent you?"

She looks at Ronan, her expression mocking. "And here I thought it was your territory, tough guy. Didn't you tell your boss the name of our handler? I'm sure one of the other girls gave it to you."

"Why didn't you?" I ask, knowing Ronan isn't going to answer her.

She shrugs. "Why should I?"

"Because then we wouldn't know that you're the one with any real information."

"The only real information I have is how much I charge. Interested?"

I give Ronan a signal and he has a hood over her head and her wrists in restraints in seconds. Leading the way to the interrogation room, I consider our options. We need information and we need it fast. This whole situation with the Kicks Bandidos feels hinky.

There's something going on that I don't know about. What I don't know could hurt my clan. It could hurt my family. Or Anna.

I nod my head toward the bench near a drain we use for water boarding. Ronan secures Carmen to the bench and then grabs the hood and yanks it off. Some of her hair comes with it.

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