“Aye.” I’m ready to fucking make headsroll.
But I’m not prepared for what I see.
I half expect to see her brother, or one of their henchmen. But instead, it’s the same fucking bloke I beat the crap out of in her shop.
I shake my head when I enter the room.
“You didn’t have enough the first time, then, did you?” I ask, my hand clenching into a fist. I could kill him. I could fuckingkillhim.
“You.” He narrows his eyes and spits on the floor.
Leith stands next to him and backhands him. “You’ll show fucking respect in here. Don’t you know what we could bloody do to you?”
“Do whatever you fucking want, I won’t give you what you ask,” he says, spitting again.
He’s tied to a chair, and he’s already been bloodied up. He’s got one eye swollen shut, a bloody lip, lacerations on his cheeks and arms. His upper body’s been stripped to a T-shirt, and even that’s sweaty and bloodstained.
“How did you find us?”
He rolls his eyes. “Banner Aitkens knows where you are. I looked through his files.”
“Then he doesn’t know you came?”
“No.”
“Does he know you fucked up and came after his daughter?”
His eyes narrow at me. He doesn’t respond.
I lift him by the front of his shirt, chair and all.
“Does he fucking know?”
“He does now. That’s why I came here, why I left the Aitkens.”
What the bloody hell is he talking about?
“You left the Aitkens?”
“I didn’t bloody choose to. I got fired.”
William sits in the corner. I look over at him. “Confirm this.”
William swipes on his tablet, nodding. “Looks like it’s the case.”
“Why’d you come here?”
“I came to warn you,” he says. “And demand payment for what I know.”
Fucking douchebag. “You’re lucky Aitkens didn’t put a bullet in your skull before letting you go.” I shake my head.
“He tried,” William says with a snort, still scrolling through his intel. “Looks like this one fucking escaped.”
Our prisoner scowls at the first.
“And came here? To warn us? After I kicked yer arse?”
He blinks and looks up at me, utter loathing in his gaze.
