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“Bastard liar.” I shove him further over the side, and he screams bloody murder.
Christian tenses next to me, and I can tell he’s shocked by my actions because I always seem so calm and in control.
My brother should know it’s the quiet ones you have to look out for.
I can’t be fucking calm when my name might get tied up in shit.
“You met with Peter earlier. Don’t fucking lie to me. I want to know what business he has with Xiou Wong.”
Lim’s eyes go wide, and it’s not because he’s hanging off the side of the building.
The mention of Xiou’s name would put the fear of God in anybody, and he knows anything he tells me is not something he should reveal.
Since it looks like he needs some encouragement, I push him further over the side. Now I’m holding one leg, and the rest of his body is dangling in midair.
“Please, don’t drop me! I’ll tell you what you want.”
That’s better.
I pull him up, and he coughs so hard his body wracks like he’s having a fucking fit.
“Pathetic fuck,” Christian scuffs at him. “You need to man up and talk.”
“Peter has been working for Xiou.”
“In what ways?”
He stalls, and I kick him.
“Drugs. It’s the drug ring. He supplies money to fund it and get it out to our dealers.”
“What about Ricco?”
“He’s part of it too. Ricco manages the dealers on this side of Chicago, and Peter funds it.”
Fund?The motherfucker must befundingit using Donny’s money.
“What else is there?” There’s always more when it comes to these guys.
“They’re planning something big. I don’t know what it is, but I heard Xiou wanted to spread his clientele in Chicago. That’s all I know.”
I look at Christian, whose shoulders are tense. I have no idea if Lim is lying about the limit of his knowledge, but what he’s told us is enough.
It’s time to speak to Donny. He’s back next week for his daughter’s engagement. I’ll keep watch until then to see if I can figure out what this big thing is they’re planning.
“You’re dead if I find out you lied to me,” I threaten Lim, and he flinches. “Or, withheld information. You know who we are, don’t you?”
“Giordanos. Georgiou and Christian.”
“Good. So you know my threat is real.”
He doesn’t answer, but the fear in his eyes tells me he gets the message.
I release him, showing him the mercy of keeping his life, and Christian lowers his gun.
We walk away from him but stop at the same time when we hear the distinct sound of the hammer on a gun cocking behind us.
The motherfucker has a death wish.
