Son of a bitch! If there was one video, there might have been more. And she had possession of all of them.
“Shit!”
Bottom line, he had no choice. If he wanted Braddock, he’d have to deal with CJ. She was pissed bad at Braddock. She wanted the name of her sister’s killer. Tyrone would give her what she wanted. Then, by God, he was going to see to it that bitch had herself an accident.
His fingers traced the scar on his jaw. She’d had it coming a long damned time.
Tomorrow he would deal with CJ.
He took a breath, cleared his head. He had other business to attend to. Cost better get his ass on the ball. Tyrone wanted that money. Just in case this shit went south. His liquid assets were a little low right now. Cash was necessary if worse came to worst.
Braddock wouldn’t back off.
If CJ had something on him, Tyrone might just finally be free of that asshole. His face twisted with the rage busting inside him. If he had his way, he would kill that bastard today. Cut off his nuts and shove ’em down his throat.
None of this was necessary. Shelley and Ricky both would still be alive if they hadn’t stepped out of line. What did Braddock care if two pieces of shit got what was coming to them?
No. Tyrone shook his head. This wasn’t about Shelley or Ricky. It was about that damned niece of his.
Tyrone had thought the niece would teach the too ambitious cop a lesson. But she hadn’t. Just made him more determined to come after Tyrone.
Well, his days were numbered.
All Tyrone had to do was give CJ what she wanted, and that bastard was going down. Tyrone wanted him on his knees so bad he could taste it. If the tape had everything Shelley had promised to deliver on it, Tyrone would own Braddock.
Right now, he better hear from Cost.
The other bastard was avoiding his phone calls too.
Tyrone would give him a couple more chances. If he didn’t take his call, he would wish he had.
Tyrone knew where he lived.
He was through playing with these people.
An example had to be set.
The King don’t tolerate this shit.
Braddock had better brace himself. The killing wasn’t over yet ... not by a long shot.
The King was about to give them all something they wouldn’t forget.
Chapter Forty-Two
The Mill Village Clinic, 11:50 p.m.
Juanita hurried down the dark alley. As hot as it was, she shivered. She hated this damned village. It was creepy. Every lowlife in the city appeared to live here.
Not wanting anyone to see her car at the clinic, she’d parked in the alley. CJ had asked for the key back. She had to be planning something. Probably to look for those lab results.
As soon as Juanita made it to the clinic’s rear entrance, she pulled the ring of keys from her pocket. Her hand was shaking. The keys hit the ground. “Dammit.” She picked them up and rammed the key into the lock. As soon as she had the door open, she hurried inside. Cost wasn’t supposed to be here for another hour, but he could come earlier. She had to be prepared.
The bastard might think he was going to give her a hard time, but that wasn’t going to happen.
She wasn’t going down without taking him with her.
CJ Patterson could threaten all she wanted. Cost would simply have to deal with her. If it put a big-ass debit in his bank account, well, that was just too bad.
