“Everyone in my office now!”
Getting to his feet, Abel made his way into his father’s office. Standing up, he ignored the throbbing pain in his dick, hoping that Harper would get pregnant soon so he didn’t have to worry about fathering children. Oliver always fought dirty. The bastard!
“What’s going on?” Jacob asked.
“The Moores have … caused a problem.”
The Moores were Lou’s parents.
“What have Eric and Gertrude done now?” Jacob asked.
“Through their ring they have been initiati
ng fights to the death.” The fights were usually rare. Abel had fought to the death many times. The Moores handled the underground fighting. It was the task they had always done. Rich people liked to see something dirty and bloody, so they went underground, paid a shitload of cash to see it. Death fights, they were one step further, and darker than a simple underground fight.
“My friend in the force brought me over the file. Several men and women have been found in abandoned factories, bloodied, raped, with a simple D carved on their chests.” Maddox pointed at the file, lifting out a picture of a woman. She was black and blue, but across her naked bruised tits was the carving of the D. It was violent. This wasn’t new gore to them.
Abel had seen and done similar shit all over the city with their enemies. Denton was the name to be feared. He did what he had to in order to protect the family name.
“It’s pointing toward us,” Damian said. “The D, it’s for Denton. Everyone knows it.”
“The cops will do a search of our homes. I’ve already gotten our lawyers on it. They cannot search without probable cause. James will be there if we need him. Until then, I want you to find out everything on the Moores. I want to know who they’re working for. They’re not working for me. Has Lou heard anything?” he asked, turning toward Jacob.
“Lou doesn’t talk to them. She goes to Riley’s grave. That’s the extent of what she does.”
“How many brothers does she have?” Maddox asked.
“There are two of them,” Jacob said.
“Abel, locate the other two brothers. Oliver, there’s a fight tonight. Take Gideon and Damian. I want to know everything there is to know about them. Stuart, reach out to Marshall. I want to know if he’s part of this.”
Marshall had his own turf outside of the city. He did a mean ass barbeque. For the most part, he was a good guy. Abel doubted he’d try to pin deaths on the Dentons.
“Bruce, I want you to rally up some men. Our women need to be protected.”
“Stay outside of my apartment,” Abel said.
“She still doesn’t know?” Maddox asked.
“There’s no reason to tell her.”
Maddox pointed at him. “I’ll deal with you later. Go! I want information by this morning.”
Abel left the office first. He took the stairs, not interested in being in the elevator.
“You going to run,” Jacob asked.
Pausing mid-step, he looked up at his brother. “I’ve got a job to do.”
“Take my advice, call Harper. Tell her you’re going to be late.”
“Did you know about this?”
“What? The Moores causing a problem?”
“Yeah.”
“No. I didn’t know they were causing a problem. I know they’re a pain in the ass, but I haven’t dealt with them in a long time.”