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I kneeled in front of him and he whimpered, his lip shaking with the motion.
“He runs all of London.”
“And?”
“And what?” Peter spat, angry. I usually saw this emotion when they knew they would die. They expended all of their energy into anger because you were about to take their life.
“What else do I need to know?” I asked him.
“We aren’t the only ones.”
“Tell me what you know.”
“Why,” he groaned in pain. I saw the gaping wound on his leg as he tried not to move. “You’re just going to kill me.”
“Who knows,” I replied quickly. “I may take pity on the wounded. Tell me everything and I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Omar grinned behind him. He knew what my mercy could do for people. Omar, himself, was someone I granted mercy to a long time ago. His loyalty knew no bounds and I trusted him as much as I did my own brothers now.
“Lukas means to take Ireland just like he did with Scotland and England.”
“What?” I replied. “He took Scotland?”
Peter nodded. “Yes. Recently. Now he wants Ireland.”
Fucker.
“What happened to Callum?”
Callum had been a strong opponent. Someone I would want on my team but I knew he’d never leave his post in Scotland. If Lukas had defeated him, we would have had a serious problem on our hands.
“He joined him.”
My worst fears were realized in just three words. I backed up, back to the wall where I had been before.
“Where do I find him?”
“He finds you,” Peter said just as Omar slid the rope around his neck and began to strangle him to death. Peter struggled against it, trying to claim some kind of power over his life but after a few minutes, he was lifeless. Omar released the rope and Peter’s body dropped to the floor with a thud.
I felt nothing for the lifeless form of the man who had come here to fuck up my life. Only now, I knew he had been successful. He was a nobody and he had rattled me.
Callum had been bought.
Callum fucking Mackenzie had given in to a new power. There was only one reason he would do that.
Lukas Porter was someone to be feared.
Omar sighed heavily as he headed over to me. “I’ll clean this up and call you once it’s all done.”
I nodded quickly and exited the room, wanting to scream but I didn’t want to show my employees I was worried. I quickly found my way to my car and headed to the gym. It was the only place I could go and get my head right by punching with someone or by using the beat up old bag that could crush your knuckles if you didn’t know how to use it.
I parked in the no parking zone out the front and headed in. The smell of sweat and stale air hit my senses immediately. I could see some of Ireland’s biggest boxers in the ring, having a match, as others watched on, wanting to be them some day. Most of Ireland’s legendary boxers came through this gym on their way to glory and they always came back to inspire the younger generation.
It was the family feel of the place.
I’d thought I would channel my rage through boxing for Sloane. I would escape the dungeon that was my family and become a famous boxer, giving her the life she deserved, but I’d been pulled in the wrong direction and couldn’t get out.
It only got worse after Dad died.
