Page 3 of His Claim


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“Water and bread, that is it!” A voice boomed from the other side of the door.

“Shit,” Murphy whispered. He dove for the chair he had been tied to and frantically tossed the ropes over his wrists. “Stay there,” he ordered me.

As if I had anywhere else to go.

The door opened, and I squinted at the bright light behind the man. “This is all you get.” He tossed a bottle of water at Murphy and something else sailed through the air. “Have a nice night,” the man cackled. He slammed the door behind him, and the familiar click of locks sounded.

“You know him?” I asked.

Murphy grunted and tossed the ropes off his wrists. “No. I’m assuming he’s one of the grunts Brandt managed to get to work for him.” He stood and moved over to the window. “I wouldn’t eat or drink anything he just gave us. I’m assuming it’s been drugged.”

Just great. “What do you want me to do?”

“Keep watch by the door. If you hear anyone coming close, let me know.” The board he pried on creaked again. “I don’t want them to find out what we’re doing until they come in here to find us gone.”

“You’re pretty confident.”

Murphy glanced over her shoulder at me. “I know what I’m up against, baby girl. Brandt is lucky he isn’t dead yet. For years, he has been trying to take out Leo but can never pull it off. We stop him, and then he slinks off to come up with some other harebrained scheme.”

“This is a scheme?” I asked. “A scheme to get what? If he wants Leo, then why doesn’t he go after Leo?”

“Because to get to Leo, he knows he needs to knock me, Creed, Princeton, and Apollo out of the way.”

“He can’t kill Apollo,” I gasped. “He’s got Greer and the kids.”

Murphy turned back to his task of getting the wood off the window. “It’s nice to hear you are so concerned about Greer and the kids. I’ll be sure to let her know.”

“She was nice to me, and the kids were adorable,” I shrugged. “I do miss her.” Murphy and I had dated for around a year and had gone on a few double dates with Apollo and Greer. She was a sort of an enigma. She was beautiful and elegant, but also so down to earth, you never would have known she was rich as hell and married to the mafia.

“Greer is nice to anyone who is nice to her and the kids,” Murphy mumbled.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t have to be. I like her. Does that make you mad?” He should have been happy I had gotten along with his friend’s wife.

“No, but it does sound like you missed her more than me.”

I rolled my eyes. “We didn’t work, Murphy. I figured you would have moved on from me by now.”

“Why didn’t we work?” he grunted. “Refresh my memory.” A loud creak sounded, and the top board fell from the window. “One board down, five more to go.”

“We really want to take a trip down memory lane?” I asked. It wasn’t some torrid story to tell. It was just zero communication from Murphy.

“Make it a short trip,” he chuckled.

I tipped my head to the side. “I was an open book, Murph, and you were illiterate.”

Chapter Two

Murphy

I stewed on her words.

I wouldn’t have said Tatum was an open book, but she did try to tell me what she needed from me.

The problem was, I wasn’t ready to give her those things.

Five years ago, I had been guarded about letting anyone into my life. I had wanted someone to share my life with, but I didn’t want to actually tell her what my life was. I wasn’t some businessman working a nine-to-five with weekends and holidays off.

Tatum knew I worked for Leo, and most people guessed about what type of things Leo did, but no one knew for sure. At least not the people who weren’t in his inner circle.

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