Page 37 of Menace

It was his fault Harper was lying in a hospital bed and her baby boy was in the NICU.

Thank fuck neither one of them was seriously injured or in danger of dying.

If they were he knew he would have been the one whose life was in danger.

Rider De Ridder would have come for him and he wouldn’t have blamed the guy.

The reason he was sitting at his desk and not taking care of the problem was because he was waiting for Rider. The man had insisted on being present when the slut was taken care of.

Neither he nor his men had ever killed a woman and he had no idea if they could.

An hour later he stood next to Rider looking at the woman sitting on the small hard bed in the cell. She was crying pitifully and swearing up and down that she didn’t do it, that we were accusing her falsely.

Finn was the one who lost his temper first.

“You are on fucking camera pushing her down the stairs, Sinead. How the fuck else do you think we know it was you? There are cameras all over this fucking house, recording twenty four seven. We have you on video pushing her.”

The tears disappeared like magic as she hissed at him. “You altered the tapes. I know it was you, it’s because of your brother, isn’t it? I never did what he said I did. He lied about me just like you are now lying. Like Bren had lied about me.”

Finn laughed and shook his head. “That video will be sent to the board. They will review it in the presence of your father and brother and they will see it hasn’t been tampered with. You’re shit out of luck, bitch.”

She looked shocked for all of a second before the waterworks came back on.

“I…I didn’t do it. She…she must have tripped.” She pulled a face. “She’s so huge I’m not surprised she fell over.”

Rider lost the hold he had on his temper.

“You tried to kill what belongs to me.” He spoke in a low rough growl. “She was here under the protection of my friend over here and you took it upon yourself to end her and my boy. You shouldn’t have done it. Shouldn’t have laid hands on what belongs to me.”

The slut looked confused.

“Yours? No, I don’t think so. She was always with Asa and he always went to her room at night. If she is yours then she cheated on you with him.”

Rider laughed mirthlessly and slapped Asa on the shoulder. “Seems like the slut doesn’t know about triads, brother.” Then the laughter disappeared, as if wiped away. “Listen to me and listen carefully. If you think I won’t kill a woman for what you did to mine you’re wrong. I’ve done it before, it won’t be a hardship to do it again.”

The bitch wasn’t the only one shocked by his statement.

The thought that a man like Rider had killed a woman had them all looking at him with new eyes.

Asa finally saw the merciless killer lurking deep in his dark eyes.

The brother had seen and done things they knew nothing of. It had to have happened after his wife and son was murdered.

The tears started up again but they had heard enough. Asa tilted his head to the door and they left without another word. In his office he poured them all a shot of whisky, he downed his and set his glass down while hissing out a breath.

“Finn, have you and Aidan searched her rooms?”

“Yes, we went through all her shit. She’s been emailing her father almost every day. Photos of the gates and guardhouses, the outside of the compound, the inside of the house and the grounds. We’re fortunate she never got in here or under the house because I’m sure he would have that as well. She’s given them a clear layout of the compound.” He pointed at the desk. “That’s her laptop over there. You can check it yourself.”

“I found something very interesting.” Aidan said as he dropped a suede pouch on the desk. “The slut is a heroin addict. The pouch has all her shit in it. It was hidden inside a make-up canister. The damned lid came off and all her face crap fell out, but it felt too heavy when it was empty and when I shook it, it rattled. This was hidden in a false bottom.”

Moving the pouch with his finger he looked up only to meet Rider’s big smile.

“What?”

“She’s an addict and after what Bren told me about her I know how we’re taking care of our problem. The slut is going to have an overdose. You’re going to pretend you feel sorry for her. Get her back up to her room, showered and nicely washed up. You tell her whatever the fuck you need to tell her. We put her kit back, but, we replace her shit with a hot shot. She’s going to shoot up the minute she’s alone, those jitters we saw aren’t from being scared. It’s the craving for a hit.” He rubbed his hands together like a movie villain as he walked to the door.

“I’ll be back. Don’t take her back to her room before I’m back.” He waved over his shoulder as he left. His two Iron Dogz brothers followed him out.

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