Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Katie’s brother is nothing like her.
She’s got twice the balls of the guy.
“What do you want?” he whines. “I told you, I stole her stuff so I could sell it.”
I lean in, getting right in his fucking face. “Then why haven’t you sold it? You broke into her place and terrorized her months ago.”
His mouth opens. Closes. Opens. Closes.
When my hand wraps around his throat, I growl, “Last chance.”
He looks over my shoulder to Slider as if that’s going to save him. Slider shakes his head and chuckles. “If I was you, I’d start singing.”
The zing of my switchblade makes Callum whimper. He’s shaking so hard the chair is jumping on the floor.
I straighten to my full height and push the point of the knife against his throat just above my hand. “You know how long it takes to bleed out?”
“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you why I haven’t sold her shit.”
Fucker. I squeeze his airway just for calling her things shit.
When his eyes bulge I let go and step back.
“Next time I’m spilling all your blood. Every fucking last drop.”
His words tumble out so fast it’s hard to understand. “There’s a document. A deed. My mother told me about it a long time ago and Katie got all her things. It’s got to be there. I just haven’t found it.”
I glance at Slider. His eyes narrow. We didn’t tell her brother about the deed. This bastard is after the same thing.
“Where’s the property?” I ask, circling his chair.
“It’s this big warehouse complex on the river,” he pants, Adam’s apple jerking as he tries to swallow. “But when mom got the deed, it was just an old run down thing, like twenty years ago. Some guy she dated signed it over to her because he didn’t want the mob to have it.”
“But it’s been built up. Who did that?” Slider asks.
Dickface clears his throat, looking nervously between the two of us. “Someone’s been renting the property and the money’s been getting pumped into some kind of escrow the rental company manages.”
“And you want the money.”
“Wouldn’t you?” He asks, beady eyes glittering with greed.
“I wouldn’t fucking rob my sister of all her belongings to take something that she has a much right to as you do.”
The silence that follows is full of murderous rage. Mine.
His once-again nervous eyes flick around. “I was going to tell her after.”
“Right. News flash. Fucking over your sister is done.”
Slider pulls out his phone. Even though he’s a member of the other chapter, he’s fast becoming my wingman.
“What’s the address?” he asks.
“Twenty-two hundred Wharf Road. You’ll see, look at the satellite view. That fucking land is worth?—
My arm latches around his neck. “Worth your sister’s life? Because that’s what’s happening right now, the mob is after her because you didn’t tell her.”
He claws at my arm, gasping for air.
Slider holds up his phone so I can see the screen.
I should snap this worthless piece of shit’s neck.
But then I think about Katie crying. Grieving the loss of her only family member.
Jesus.
Instead of snuffing his life out, I cut off his ear, tossing it onto the floor with a warning. “You fuck with Katie again, I’ll carve the rest of you off piece by piece.”
Like a ghost, Ace emerges from the shadows. “You want me to hold him?”
“Get him ready to see Katie.”
Ace nods and moves toward the screaming man and Slider and I walk out into the sunlight.
“Good call,” he says. “Killing her brother could be a real romantic buzzkill. It might take you a while to dig your way?—”
Slider stops mid-sentence.
“Oh shit, man…” he points toward the clubhouse. “Trouble at ten o’clock.”