by Angel Payne
“Are’ye deaf, boyo? I said I don’t knowwwwwwwww....” Davey ground through clenched teeth. “And you’re fecking crazy, messing with the Gypsies. When de’ King finds out about de crossing of our territories, he’s gonna’ use your neck as a crap pipe, instead o’ de toilet,” he croaked, cradling his balls in agony.
“Am I supposed to be scared? Because it’s not working,” Ajax shot back, heaving all two hundred fifty pounds that was Davey from the ground before slamming him against the piss-stained wall in the derelict building he’d lured Davey to. “Fuck you and fuck O’Callaghan. Do you hear me, asswipe? I’m only going to ask you one more time. Consider it a little semi-decorum on my part before I kick the ever-living shit out of you. Are you holding her prisoner, you fucking inbred wanker?”
Davey rejected the accusation with a shake of his head, which Ajax ignored in favour of repeatedly pummelling his face, until it almost caved inwards. Other than the gargled response and the new coat of crimson coating the derelict building walls, bright red poured from Davey’s mouth like the falls of Niagara, buffering any coherent reply before the beefy crime lord fell into the puddle of his own puke.
“You didn’t let him answer. Now he’s out cold, boss,” said Brick, number one henchman. He loomed over the unresponsive body before pointing out the obvious. “And you’re covered in his blood.”
“Does it look like I give a fuck on all fronts? Anyway, he doesn’t know shit,” Ajax spat, kicking Davey in the head while Brick searched through pockets for information and credit cards.
“Except for a set of keys, he’s clean,” Brick confirmed.
Alex grabbed the Mercedes keychain. “I got somewhere I need to be right about now,” he replied cryptically.
“Cool. Where are we going?”
“You’re going to get me some information. After you’ve done all that, meet me back at the hutch. Cool?”
“What are we going to do with him?”
“Get him a hotel room and order up some room service. What the fuck do you think? Leave the fat prick there, he can wake up to the smell of piss and shit for breakfast.”
“What about...?”
“I’ll find her...even if it kills me,” Ajax replied with absolute conviction. It could very well be the death of him but failure wasn’t an option…this time.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
