“Bloody hell,” Isobel huffs, “Do you wanna piss on her too? Make sure everyone knows that she is yours? Kingston, stop being a fucking arse, we didn’t come here to fight.”
King grunts and waves a hand, his guys following his silent order to stand down.
“Look mate, we’re not going to take your girl, regardless, the skin trade is not something I’m interested in. I need the information on the syndicate, Ainsley has it.”
“When she turns back up, I can give it to you.”
“Ainsley will come through,” Ryker pipes up.
“She fucking better,” Heart growls, “until she does I think I might stick around a while. Brookeshill is quite delightful.” His words are dripping in sarcasm, tongue laced in venom. He was a fucking piece of work.
“Little bird,” I lean down and whisper to Wren, “Go upstairs, wait for me there.”
Her head snaps back. “I don’t think so.”
Isobel laughs.
“Don’t push me, Wren, please, I’ll be happier if you were away from this fucking mess.”
She wants to fight me, I know she does but ultimately she backs down even if she is far from happy about it.
“Why don’t you show me around?” Isobel suggests, standing from the table.
“Leave the bottle,” Kingston demands.
Isobel flips him off as she saunters from the room, holding the bottle with Wren trudging behind her, grumbling under her breath.
When the girls are gone, I sit across the table from Kingston, “I haven’t heard from Ainsley in weeks.”
“She’s alive.” Is all King says.
“And you know this how?” I ask.
“Your girl is good,” he says, “but not that good, we tracked her down in Chicago a few days ago, I have men watching her.”
“So why not get the information yourself?” I snap. It was a bluff, I needed that information as much as he did.
“You think she’ll just hand it over?”
That was true.
“I mean I can force it if you wish but I don’t make it a habit to hurt women.”
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Ryker roars.
I slap my hand on his chest, a warning to shut the fuck up. Kingston smirks.
“I’ve got no problem with you Silver, in fact,” Heart leans forward, placing his elbows on the table, “I respect the fuck out of you and your family. It’s not often one family can keep reign over a city for the amount of time you have but unfortunately, our two families have now become linked, you have what I need so I gave you what you wanted.”
“Wren.”
“Women, ay?” He laughs, “weak spots.”
I scoff my laughter.
“I’ll give you what you need, Heart but I can’t do so until Ainsley pulls through.”
“I won’t be going anywhere.” Heart pulls his phone from his pocket, “I’ll get someone to pass a message to your girl, anything you want me to say?”
That damn smirk on his face was fucking infuriating, second to the fact that he had connections I didn’t know about and means to do it in my fucking city.
“Yeah,” I stand, “tell her to get the fuck home, she’s needed.”
A sudden scream follows my sentence, “Get the fuck down!” Is all I hear before a loud boom shakes the house.