Chapter Forty-One
“I can’t get in the house.”
Tyrone turned to his most trusted eyes. What the hell did he mean, he couldn’t get in the house? That was unacceptable. When the King gave an order, it was to be carried out. “You breathing, ain’t you?”
“The police.”
His loyal soldier looked ready to cut and run.
“They’re watching the house. Front and back. No way I can get in.”
Rage erupted in Tyrone’s gut. “Five-O is guarding the damned house?” His soldier nodded. “Get out!”
The man about broke his fool neck getting out of the room. What the hell?
Tyrone paced the length of his prison. That’s what his house had become lately.
He couldn’t leave without the trinity. The house had to be watched twenty-four seven.
There was no peace to be found no more. His foot soldiers couldn’t stay in line.
Run their mouths more and more. His eyes and ears were falling down on the job.
Some damned body should’ve noticed that doctor bitch digging around in Shelley’s house!
Nobody saw nothing till it was too late.
Son of a bitch! If there was one video, there might have been more. And she had possession of all of them.
“Shit!”
Bottom line, he had no choice. If he wanted Braddock, he’d have to deal with CJ. She was pissed bad at Braddock. She wanted the name of her sister’s killer. Tyrone would give her what she wanted. Then, by God, he was going to see to it that bitch had herself an accident.
His fingers traced the scar on his jaw. She’d had it coming a long damned time.
Tomorrow he would deal with CJ.
He took a breath, cleared his head. He had other business to attend to. Cost better get his ass on the ball. Tyrone wanted that money. Just in case this shit went south. His liquid assets were a little low right now. Cash was necessary if worse came to worst.
Braddock wouldn’t back off.
If CJ had something on him, Tyrone might just finally be free of that asshole. His face twisted with the rage busting inside him. If he had his way, he would kill that bastard today. Cut off his nuts and shove ’em down his throat.
None of this was necessary. Shelley and Ricky both would still be alive if they hadn’t stepped out of line. What did Braddock care if two pieces of shit got what was coming to them?
No. Tyrone shook his head. This wasn’t about Shelley or Ricky. It was about that damned niece of his.
Tyrone had thought the niece would teach the too ambitious cop a lesson. But she hadn’t. Just made him more determined to come after Tyrone.
Well, his days were numbered.
All Tyrone had to do was give CJ what she wanted, and that bastard was going down. Tyrone wanted him on his knees so bad he could taste it. If the tape had everything Shelley had promised to deliver on it, Tyrone would own Braddock.
Right now, he better hear from Cost.
The other bastard was avoiding his phone calls too.
Tyrone would give him a couple more chances. If he didn’t take his call, he would wish he had.
Tyrone knew where he lived.
He was through playing with these people.
An example had to be set.
The King don’t tolerate this shit.
Braddock had better brace himself. The killing wasn’t over yet . . . not by a long shot.
The King was about to give them all something they wouldn’t forget.