Chapter Ten
Soren
I am sitting at my desk, and I am pissed off.
Shelby has her mouth wrapped around my cock.
She is sucking and bobbing her head, but I still can’t come.
This is the third fucking time I’ve called her in here today.
What the fuck is wrong with me? The guys are here, so at least I don’t have to listen to them bitch about Talia being in a little bit of pain.
Sure, it’s uncomfortable, but she’ll be fine.
“Goddamn it,” I huff and shove Shelby away. “Just go home.”
“Is something wrong?” she asks carefully.
“Just go,” I say. When she walks out, Micah walks in.
“We have a new job,” he says, tossing a folder onto my desk. “Have fun.”
“Not coming with me?” I ask as I pick it up.
“No,” he says simply, walking out. I look at the top sheet, and the hit is for a man named George Holland.
He’s a criminal defense attorney, and they want it to look like a suicide.
That’s easy enough. Micah has his address and his schedule here, so I should theoretically be able to just get in and get out.
I get what I need from the office before going out to my SUV. The guys drove separately because I guess they’re going to act like fucking children now. As if I haven’t seen them do worse shit before.
I have been watching the cameras all day, and Talia has mostly stayed in bed. I make sure not to have the sound on because I have zero interest in hearing her scream while Shelby is sucking my cock. I watch it just to see her, though, but I’d deny it if anyone asked.
When I get to the listed address, there are lights on in the house. Good, he’s awake. According to his schedule, he will be going to bed soon. Well… he would be, but he’s going to die instead.
I pull on gloves, even though I can’t be traced.
It’s more just a habit. I go around to the back door and test it before pushing it open.
When I step in, there is a massive Rottweiler.
His growl is low, and he is baring his teeth.
I slowly close the door back because I am not about to kill a dog for a hit.
They can keep their money, and that dog will live to see another day.
I will rape, torture, and murder a human any day of the week.
Dogs, though? Absolutely not. Animals are the purest part of society, and dogs are too damn loyal for me to be okay with hurting them.
I turn around, and I am immediately met by the barrel of a gun. “Shit,” I sigh.
“Well, hello, Soren,” Henry says with a smirk. I could snap his fucking neck, but then I’d have to kill all of them. I can’t take down an entire fucking trafficking ring without being noticed. Then I’d have to uproot everything and start over.
“Henry,” I growl, smacking the gun out of my face.
“You have a few options,” he says. “You can either hand over my property, or you can die.”
“What property?” I ask.
“Talia, Soren. Don’t play stupid. I know you have her,” he says. “I’m interested in how the fuck you got off that balcony, but that’s for another day. Where is she?”
“Safe,” I deadpan.
“That’s not how this works,” Henry says.
“Fine. How much to buy her?”
“I want ownership of Montgomery Security Solutions.”
“I’m not giving you my entire fucking company,” I scoff. “You are out of your goddamn mind.”
“You will if you want to keep her,” Henry says. “You’re lucky I am even discussing this.”
He’s lucky his head is still attached to his body. Who the fuck does this motherfucker think he is? “I figured you’d say that,” Henry muses. He nods to someone behind me, and I assume they will grab me, but then I hear a gun pop behind me, and everything goes dark.