“I’ll let you in on a secret, Mr. Stewart,” I lean in close but there’s still a whole table between us. Such a shame, I could only imagine what the guy might do if I was within arm’s reach. A council meeting hasn’t ended in a fight for quite some time, which if you ask me, is really quite boring. You’d think working for a man who runs a business that profits off death would lead you to see more bloodshed but apart from the torturing, and the odd job I take for Malakai directly, I don’t see enough of it. “Malakai didn’t murder your father. I did.”
Christian throws himself up, flinging back his chair, “I’ll kill you for it!” He threatens.
I lean back in my chair, feeding off his rage like a demon might but it literally fuels my own blood, gets my heart pounding. I grin at him, “I’d like to see you try.” I taunt.
Christian moves as if ready to lunge across the table for me, and I ready myself, feeling the smile on my face stretch wider, the promise of violence a song for my soul.
But then Malakai slams his hand on the table, “That is enough.”
I don’t dare take my eyes off the target though, not when I can see he’s ready to tear my throat out. I’m not even sorry for it, I make no apologies for rippinghis father to shreds.
“I reject the seat,” Christian growls, dragging his eyes away from me to glare at Malakai, “I don’t want a fucking thing to do with this shitshow.”
“Very well,” Malakai nods to Killian who is hovering by the door, “Show Mr. Stewart to the door, please, Killian.”
“That’s it?” An older member blurts, “He is a threat.”
Christian sneers at the old man and shoves his chair away. “Fuck you all.”
“Mr. Stewart,” Malakai calls just before he can exit, “You understand what happens now?”
“I know nothing,” Christian spits, “My father didn’t give away your secrets. I just know you’re all a bunch of murderous pricks and I’m going to make you pay for it.”
“This organization doesn’t deal with threats all that kindly, Christian.” Malakai warns him, “I’ll let you live providing that mouth stays shut.”
“Whatever,” Christian scoffs and it’s then I realize the guy’s age. Barely mid-twenties, with an attitude to match.
Malakai nods his head, giving Killian the go ahead to escort him off the premises and then sits back in his chair, “Anyone else wish to leave?”
No one says a word.
“Let’s continue then, shall we?”
My shoes tap against the hard wood flooring as I make my way to Malakai’s office, Killian and Dean following. I find him behind his desk contemplating something on his laptop.
“What are the orders?” I ask, “How do you want me to handle Christian Stewart?”
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that little shit. All that attitude needed to be dealt with.
“Leave him be,” Malakai says, casting his eyes to the three of us.
“Sorry, what did you say?” I blink, surely not hearing him correctly.
“We’ve had enemies for as long as this business has been standing and we will have enemies long after we’re all just dust in the ground. Christian is no threat.”
“And you’re sure of that?” Killian scoffs.
“I have it all,” Dean speaks up but he’s talking to Malakai, “It’s been sent on the private server.”
“Anthony’s son may pretend to be righteous,” Malakai tells me, “But he is anything but. Embezzlement, drug trafficking and money laundering are just a few things Dean has managed to uncover. He was following in his father’s footprints, maybe not here with usbut in every other aspect. The guy taught his son everything. We could just kill him,” Malakai shrugs, “But control works better for us here. Death isn’t the only way to keep people quiet.”
“Blackmail,” I nod, “Fine, but this guy has money.”
“Not enough to keep this quiet. We show him what happens if he decides to fuck with us and he’ll disappear.”
I hold my hand out for the drive I know the intel will already be on, “I’ll deliver the news myself.”
Malakai smirks, “And risk you killing the guy? No. Killian will handle this one.”
