Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
But there was no doubt that Donna and her father had done their homework on us, which meant she’d do the same with whoever was around me. The proof, of which, was currently bleeding in front of me.
Taking a step closer to the man, I asked, “How many others does she have working for her?”
Realizing stalling would only cause him more pain now, he answered immediately. “I know of two, but she has more than that. I was trying to find out the names to bring to you, because she let something slip, and I knew you needed to know it.”
Glancing at Vadim, I saw him shrug like this was nothing concerning. “I have two others. Finding more won’t be a problem.”
Bruce stepped around me until he was in front of the man. “What does she want with us?”
“You took Azarov’s transportation route.”
The Road Kings transported guns, pussy, and sometimes drugs for some groups, but they stuck mainly to doing it for my family and three others that were close to us. Azarov had never had a route or agreement that I was aware of, so this confused me.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one, because Hunter moved closer to his dad. “Which one?”
“I don’t know. All I know is it involves Los Segadores.”
This revelation made all of us stop what we were doing.
We all did trade with particular gangs and families from Mexico, but Los Segadores was a group made up of men from all over Central and South America, who’d joined together to run the drugs, guns, and pussy across the continent.
The most significant difference was that their drugs were cut with rat poison, and had been responsible for adults and children's deaths. They also sold guns to kids as young as six, and the pussy wasn’t there voluntarily, legally, nor was it paid.
They were soulless pieces of shit, who were wanted all over the country, and everyone hated them.
Neither the Fedorovs nor any of our associates ever did business with them. It was a rule between all of the families and people we worked with, and it wasn’t ever to be deviated from.
The man’s body was shaking now as he slipped deeper into shock, and his head was hanging limply on his shoulders.
“Does any of this involve my daughter?” Bruce demanded. When the man didn’t respond, he reached over and pushed one of the knives at his hip further in. “Answer me!”
“I overheard this afternoon,” the man croaked. “She has someone on her.”
Lifting his head by his hair, I roared, “Who?”
“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I came to warn you,” he managed to get out, but then passed out, making the blades slice deeper into the areas they were in until I caught him under the arms.
Looking at Vadim, I ordered, “Get him free, then take him to the doctor and get him patched up. I want him awake and talking by tomorrow. You question the other two, and don’t stop until you have everything you can get out of them.”
“I’ll help,” Bruce growled, walking to the corner of the room, and picking up a bag that I knew housed his own impressive collection of knives.
He’d gotten his nickname due to his weapon of choice, and I’d seen him in action with them. His methods with them were self-taught, but they were as effective as mine were, if not more so.
Nodding, I looked over at Hunter. “Go and guard your nephews, and I’ll go to Nell. I’m not leaving her alone. I want updates constantly with any information you get.”
With that, I’d left them to it, itching to get to Nell and see with my own eyes that she was safe. The second we’d pulled up in front of her house, I’d been out of the car and jogging down the path to her door, only relaxing when I’d seen her curled up fast asleep in her bed.
Before joining her, I’d contacted our Bratva in Russia to get the men on the streets to see if they could also find whatever dark dealings the bastards had there. There was no way he wasn’t doing something on the homeland, and the more pieces of this we knew, the more prepared we were for whatever was coming.
I’d only managed to get to sleep roughly an hour ago, after I’d updated Dad, and had given out the orders to my men to find what deals Azarov had in the works.
I was exhausted, but I had adrenaline keeping me going now. My sons, my woman, and all of the families’ lives depended on me getting this shit put away.
So far, we still didn’t know who Donna had dealing with Nell, or what they intended to do, but we knew she was wading into her father’s alliance with Los Segadores.
The other two men had been better sources of information, but they hadn’t had the leniency the first man had received. Right now, their bodies were in a freezer, waiting to be useful again.