Chapter Five
“She’s here.”
He’d expected her sooner. Must’ve been hell getting a flight out of Baltimore on short notice.
His gaze cut from the foot soldier who’d reported the arrival to the window overlooking all that belonged to him. He reached up, traced the scar on his right cheek. Winced as if the knife blade had only just now sliced open his flesh. Fury roared inside him.
He had a news flash for that snobby doctor bitch. She’d better watch her step. He hadn’t forgotten what she’d done to him. Thirteen years or thirty, she would get what was coming to her if she got in his way.
“What you want me to do?”
“Watch her.” He braced his hands on either side of the window and leaned closer to scan the rows of streets that made up the mill village.
His village. “I want to know where she goes and who she talks to. She might think she’s coming back here and gonna do some superhero shit, but she better think twice. ”
“What about the cops? You know she’ll talk to Braddock.”
To hell with the police. And to hell with Braddock.
He should’ve learned his lesson already.
“Course she’ll talk to the cops.” He knew what Braddock was up to.
Maybe the law round here thought he was born yesterday and got this awesome today, but they were bad wrong.
“They don’t know nothing. Ain’t a one of ’em can find his dick with both hands. ”
“Be hard to get close with the cops watching her.”
He laughed. Was that fear he heard? “That’s right.” He faced his loyal foot soldier. Dipped his head so he could look at the fool over his sunglasses. “But the cops ain’t your problem.” He bumped his chest with his fist. “The King is your problem. I’m the only one you need to be worried about.”
The fool rocked his head up and down like he was having some kind of fit. Probably messed himself.
“Now, go on and do what I told you.”
The man he called his “eyes” didn’t waste no time. He got the hell out.
That was the only way to maintain loyalty.
Demand it.
He turned back to his favorite view. Braddock had a hard-on for the King. Maybe he wanted to be chief of police or something. Whatever. That bastard had picked the wrong war.
And that doctor bitch, she’d be tits up with her damn sister if she didn’t watch herself.
Maybe she would anyway. She’d had it coming for a long time.
Too long.