“I’m beginning to believe that nothing is an accident,” frowned Priscilla. Jak nodded at her, giving a nod to Garr and Sor.
“Alright, let’s get to this.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“Did you find the radio man?” asked Morris.
“No, sir. No one knows where he broadcasts from and no one could even tell me what he looks like. He’s referred to as a pirate disc jockey and particularly loves sensationalism and conspiracy theories.”
“I don’t need to know all of that. I need to know what he knows about the men who killed my father.”
“I think we’re going to have to trust him and find a meeting spot,” said his friend and body guard.
“Alright. But we set the time and the location,” said Morris. “We’ll choose the place, scope it out first, then we’ll let him know where these men can meet us. I want every man we have available to be there. They’re known for ambushing innocent people.”
His man said nothing but his expression said enough. It’s true that he wasn’t exactly innocent but then again, it depended on what side of the aisle you were on. He was an opportunist, always looking for a way to make more money. And if that made more enemies along the way, he would suffer through that as well.
His father had been ambitious, hoping to provide children for interested parties for child labor and other things. It was a distaste to Lawrence. He wasn’t into seeing children nude or tortured. Women? That could be fun. Men? Those who deserved it.
No, Lawrence didn’t want something that was sure to get you arrested or killed. He made his money in more cerebral methods. Art, stolen goods, sometimes drugs, and definitely information. That’s where the real money was.
Someone, some government, some corporation always wanted information about someone else. Sometimes it was about the new technology they were working on. Sometimes it was about their financial status and whether or not you should invest them.
The big money came in the form of information regarding weapons, military troops and their movements or locations, potential election outcomes.
Lawrence chuckled to himself. Potential outcomes. He could ensure that elections came out exactly the way the buyer wanted them to come out. A little money in the palm of the right hand and it was done. A glitch in the electronic voting systems and it was taken care of.
Of course, his secret weapon had been his beautiful step-sister, Natalia. Yes, little Natalia, nearly twenty years younger than him. When his father announced that he was marrying Felicity, he was pissed off. What could she offer him? Then he saw her and knew. Felicity was blessed with many assets and talents, most of which took place in the bedroom. She taught him everything he needed to know to be successful in the world with women.
Of course, little did she know that he would turn that knowledge around on her own daughter. It was an absolute pleasure to teach Natalia how to please a man in all the ways imaginable. Not only was she an excellent student, but she also truly loved her work and often got creative, trying new things on Lawrence.
He squirmed in his seat, remembering her warm, pliable mouth around his cock. Damn that woman was good. But she got greedy. She withheld information from him that he needed and she was playing both ends of the field. It infuriated him and made him look a fool in front of clients.
When she told him that she had the son of one of the men responsible for killing his father, he was willing to listen. They planned it all out. When he no longer worked with the bureau, she would invite him to dinner at the apartment and all would be well.
Except it wasn’t. He patiently waited for her at the house, sipping the thousand-dollar whiskey that was his favorite. When she unlocked the front door, Cliff, his best man gripped her neck and thrust her forward to him, pushing her to her knees.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” she smirked unzipping his trousers. He almost pushed her away but he would need this to get him through. His cock was already hard and ready for her sweet lips and she worked it like a professional. After all, she was a professional. When she swallowed the last of his warm cum, she stood with a grin.
“You’re going to get two for one,” she said casually. “Marciella’s daughter is coming as well.”
“What? Why?” he demanded.
“Calm down,” she smiled. “Jordan invited her along. I don’t know why.”
“You don’t know why? It’s a fucking trap you whore!” He slapped her so hard he still felt the sting on the palm of his hand. Gripping her neck, he dragged her up the stairs and shoved her to the bed, face down, his knee in her back.
“Where is the information?” he demanded.
“I-I don’t have it yet,” she said clumsily. “I swear!”
“And you think I’d believe you?” He turned to Cliff and jerked his head. “Find it. It’s here somewhere. Tear the place apart.”
“What do we do if they arrive?”
“Kill them.”
But they didn’t arrive. He’d been in that damn house for more than an hour and they still weren’t there. That bastard was standing her up. Served her used pussy right, he thought to himself.
