unshaven, hair overgrown and tangled.
“My d-daughter—”
I leaned back in shock.
“What the fuck do you mean by that? We don’t run a whorehouse. Where is our cash?” I snapped.
“No. She can pay it back. She went to university and should be making good money by now,” he said eagerly.
“With interest and penalties, you now owe us £14,390. Does she have that kind of money?”
His eyes widened at the figure, but he nodded.
“She’s a good girl. You can get all of it from her.”
“What does she do?”
“A nurse,” he said proudly.
Depending on her age and experience, she could be earning a decent income.
“How old is she?”
“Twenty… two. No. Twenty-three.” He hesitated.“Maybe twenty-five.”
Too young to be earning at the higher end.
“What’s her name, and where does she work?”
“Oh, thank you,” he said, clutching my jacket.“She’s at St Andrew’s Hospital. Ella. Ella Constantine. She’ll pay back every single penny. I swear.”
I pried his hands off me.
“You’re a worthless piece of shit,” I said, shaking my head.“Don’t ever set foot in Hustle again.”
He nodded rapidly, but I wasn’t finished.
I grabbed his hand and forced his fingers apart until I felt the bone crack. His scream was worth the ride to this shithole. His back slid down the brickwork until he collapsed, clutching his hand.
I stepped back when I saw he’d pissed himself.
I’d need to look into the validity of his claims.
Which meant more work for me.
I pulled my leg back and kicked him in the ribs.
Fucker.
“Don’t worry,” I said sarcastically.“Your daughter’s a nurse. She’ll fix you right up.”
Chapter 4
Rowan
We all left Dominion together, but since Nick had his bike with him, he was already inside by the time I parked the car. He’d made good progress collecting what was owed to us. Alec had finally found a reliable source within the Commission who could access the snitch’s name. It would cost us, but I was willing to pay the price.
Alec reached back to grab his laptop.
