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“Because this girl named Jessie asked me to, man. She seemed like she’d been crying and everything. She looked really upset,” he babbles as he looks frantically around the room.

“If you’re looking for help, there is none,” I tell him. “The only way out of here is to help me find the people responsible for taking my brother.”

“Okay, man. I’ll help you. I’ll do anything,” he cries.

“How did you know who Mikey was?”

“She described him. Told me he was a big, good looking guy in a really expensive suit and with a beard. She said she really needed him and she was in trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. She was shaking, and she looked really scared and upset, man. Said she needed me to tell this Mikey guy that Jessie needed him and to come get her. That is all I know. I swear.”

I sigh deeply before I nod to Conor and he grabs hold of one of Henry’s earrings and rips it from his ear, making him cry out in pain.

“Next it will be your whole ear,” I snarl as I step toward him, pushing my face closer to his. “Do you think we’re playing here, kid?”

“No,” he cries as he shakes his head. “But I don’t know anything. I was just standing by the dance floor. My girl got us these VIP tickets, and I didn’t want to waste them even after she went home. Then this chick just came up to me. She looked upset, like she’d been crying. She said she needed help and asked if I could go find Mikey for her. I swear that’s all I know. I have no fucking clue who she was, man.”

I glare at him. He is fucking trembling. His eyes are wide, his pupils dilated. He’s sweating through his clothes. He blinks away a trickle of blood from his eye.

“He doesn’t fucking know anything,” I say with a sigh as I stand upright.

“I agree,” Conor sighs too and lets Henry’s head drop. “What now? Because we need to get rid of him.”

“Hmm,” I rub my jaw.

“What?” Henry shrieks. “I haven’t done anything. I won’t tell anyone anything. I swear.”

“What is there to tell, Henry? You came to our club. You acted like a complete jackass and got thrown out by our bouncers and got that nasty cut on your eye in the process, right?”

He stares at me for a few seconds until the penny drops, and then he looks at me like I have just handed him a winning lottery ticket. “Yeah. Of course that’s what happened,” he nods furiously.

“I know where you live, Henry,” I warn him. “I will find out where your girlfriend lives too.”

He nods again. “I was a jackass. I got thrown out.”

“You sure about this?” Conor arches an eyebrow at me and I signal to him that we should leave the room. “Drive the kid home and make sure you escort him inside. I want his address,” I say to Chester once we’re outside before I turn back to Conor. “We don’t have time for this. The last thing I need to be doing tonight is disposing of a fucking body. And he’s just a kid, Con.”

“Yeah, but it would have felt good, Shane.” He sucks in a breath and I wrap an arm around his shoulder.

"Yeah, it would. But we’ll find him. Promise.”

“Yeah. Of course we will.”

“Let’s go have a quick word with the rest of the bouncers and see if we get any more information that might be useful before we go see what Jessie and Mikey have come up with.”

Conor nods his agreement and together we walk through the basement to the club.

Chapter

Three

LIAM

My shoulder throbs like it’s been speared by a red hot poker as I lie on the dusty floor of the van. I’ve got some kind of hood over my head, and my ankles and wrists are bound, but I listen to everything. I’m sure we’ve left the city and are on the freeway, but I have no idea where these pricks are taking me. They have been talking non fucking stop in Russian, making me regret not asking Jessie to teach me some when I had the chance so I could understand a single fucking word of what they’re saying.

I shift my position to a more comfortable one, and someone kicks my ankles and mumbles something unintelligible.

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