Chapter Thirty-Two
My piece of shit brother has been lazy. He doesn’t care about her, not even in the slightest. If he did, he would have found this guy by now. He’s too worried about maintaining his legal businesses and keeping himself on the up and up to get his hands a little dirty. I have no such limitations.
It took me two hours to sift through Blake’s background before I was able to pinpoint exactly where I could find him. She didn’t give me anything to go on, of course, but she didn’t deny that it was a him, and when she shot that fucking target up, I knew I was right on the money.
Dominic said it wasn’t her parents, and though that would be a logical explanation, it didn’t feel right. So, I started looking at her past relationships. Boyfriends, teachers, bosses. Anyone who could have been close enough to hurt her for an extended period of time. Then one name popped up, I took one look at his face and knew who it was.
So, that’s what brings me to this shithole neighborhood in the slums of Chicago at two in the morning. Blake is tucked away in bed with Dominic, safe and sound, and I’m standing over a sleeping dead man. I had planned to do it quickly, make it discreet, something like natural causes, especially with his sleeping wife beside him. I have a better idea, though. One I think my angel is going to thoroughly love. After all, tomorrow is our seven-month anniversary.