Page 123 of Menace

“I can understand that, brother, but let’s keep cool heads here. Let’s play them at their own game. Take Asa to the cells and let’s see what he can get out of the bitches.” Maniac said.

None of them spoke as they escorted Asa down to the cells.

Their prisoners had been locked in adjoining cells. They were sitting on their beds glaring at them through the bars when he opened the dungeon door. Stepping to the side he let Asa walk in first.

The man walked in as if entering a boardroom, after a brief glance at the bitches he sat down at the table set outside the cells. He started speaking, not looking at either of them, not at first.

“I can see you don’t know who I am, so let me introduce myself. I am Asa Malone, head of the Irish mafia. I’m sure you know people like me usually don’t deal with people like you. I have men who do it for me. But not this time. This time I’m taking care of it personally because it is a personal matter. I know you are Lucia Fuentes and Maria Cruz and that you work for Los Rojos as whores. Your boss, Carmella Mendez, along with Antonio Salvatore, kidnapped my woman and my son. I want them back, unharmed.” His voice was emotionless, his words sounded sharp and clipped.

When Malone revealed that he knew who they were their heads swivelled towards where he and Dive were standing.

Lucky ignored them, not meeting their eyes.

The one called Lucia recovered quickly, her eyes blanking as she got up from the bed, sauntered over to the bars of her cell and stared at Asa.

“You’re not from here. What do you want from us?”

Malone sat back, his face not showing a single emotion as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Let her out.” He ordered.

Dive unlocked the cell and she slinked over to the table, sat down and crossed her legs, showing of a lot of leg and crotch. Fucking nasty.

Malone ignored the display.

“You’re right, I’m not from here which means I don’t give a shit who I cross or kill. I want you to give me locations of where they might have taken my woman and son.”

The bitch smirked, shook her head then mimicked him by crossing her arms over her chest, making her tits bulge up out of the top of her low cut dress. If she expected Malone to react she was wrong. His cold dead eyes stared at her face, not at all interested in her tits.

It was right then that Lucky knew why being in this room with Malone as he questioned the bitches was important.

Gloria, no, Carmella, had trained these two and somehow he could read them. It was like having the original bitch in front of him. Both bitches were nervous, maybe even scared and the one at the table more so than the one in the cell.

“Why should I help you? What will you do for me if I help you find her?” The slut was quick to press for an advantage.

Asa Malone shrugged one shoulder.

“You help me find Harper and my son and I will ensure you get out of here alive.”

She thought about it for about two seconds before she gave a sharp nod.

“We’ll help you, but only if Lucky is the one who takes us where we need to go.”

Her eyes came to him and he looked away, stared at the wall at Malone’s back. He was so angry he wanted to fucking explode.

A cold predatory smile flashed but almost instantly disappeared from Malone’s face.

“I don’t think you understand, Lucia. When I said we knowwhoyou are, that’s exactly what I mean. We know you work on your backs for Carmella Mendez. We know she pointed you at the club to fuck and drug the men to get information from them. Did you not wonder why no one fucked you? Did you not wonder why no one touched the drinks you made them? Did you not wonder why no one talked?” Malone asked.

The one still in the cell threw out a comment with a smirk.

“Oh, you’re wrong. One of them did fuck me and I got a lot of information from him.” She shook her hair back with a cocky smirk.

Malone’s cold eyes pinned her in place and the smirk disappeared.

“We know. The prospect, Flag, who betrayed the club, fucked you. He’s on camera taking you to one of the rooms.”

He sat forward, ignoring the bitch across the table from him, focusing on the one in the cell.

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