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“But they will never be born, Antwone. Take your father out of the equation. Do you want to have kids?” She stopped, licked her lips. “To have a family?”

He looked into her eyes. “Between you and me, more than you know.”

Chapter Six

Finding Devon wasn’t hard.

Antwone had a great deal of contacts who were more than happy to give him information without asking questions. He paid them the right price, and he’d also helped them out of bad situations. Their loyalty to him was absolute.

It was how he was able to locate Devon. Candice’s ex was a piece of work. Not only had he hit Candice, and he didn’t believe it was only once, but the man liked to hire pieces of ass. The man visited many brothels and according to sources, he paid to slap women around, beat them up, and then fuck them.

The man lived a double life as a respectable businessman by day, and by night, he was a piece of scummy shit. Antwone had also gone and visited a few of the women who had been paid to take a beating.

Devon never used the same woman twice, and there was a long line of victims. Most of the women had said they deserved it because they wanted the money. He didn’t give a shit about that, but he had also gotten access to their medical records. Some of the women had suffered broken bones, which didn’t sit well with Antwone.

Now, as he looked at a hung-upside-down Devon, the man was completely naked and covered in his own urine. Antwone’s guards didn’t know what Devon had done, but they also knew not to question him.

He had no doubt Draven was on the way. His brother seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere. Antwone didn’t give a shit. He was ridding the world of a piece of shit.

Devon kept crying.

After seeing the medical records and listening to the women describe their experiences, he had simply given Devon a taste of his own medicine.

The women were not allowed to fight back. If they did, they didn’t get paid, so they had to take the beating he gave them.

Devon was currently covered in bruises. There might also be a few broken bones, but Antwone wasn’t a doctor, so he looked at his handiwork. Devon was sobbing.

“Please, please let me go.”

Antwone tutted. “But did you let the women go?” He crouched down so that he was face to face with Devon. The man stunk of his own piss. “Because I think you didn’t.”

“I always paid upfront. I told them what I wanted, and they were always willing.”

“Ah, but you said you’d slap them around a little bit. You never told them the beating you would give them, or the fact you’d rape them afterward.”

“They’re fucking whores. It’s their job to take cock,” Devon said. “You can’t rape the fucking paid.”

Antwone pulled out his knife and looked at Devon, who began to shake and try to get out of the chains that held him upside-down.

“What about Candice Swift?” he asked.

Devon froze.

“She’s not a whore.”

“Whatever that bitch said, she’s lying. She doesn’t know what she’s fucking talking about. She’s a thick, stupid bitch. Please, you have to listen to me.”

“Thick, stupid bitch. So, she deserved the bruise you gave her?”

“Antwone!”

Draven had stepped into the warehouse.

“All of you, leave,” Antwone said.

No one argued with him, and seconds later, he turned to find Draven was the only one in the warehouse.

He wasn’t happy.

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