His laugh was hollow, blood trickling from his mouth. “You should speak to her father’s business partner.”
Jordan slowly sharpened a knife, the sound of metal on metal making my molars grind together. “Already on that. I have eyes on him and he’ll be brought in on my signal.”
“You’re a sick wee fuck.” Malcom sneered.
“Yet, I don’t need to rape women to get my rocks off,” Jordan replied amicably. “What was it you said? That she should ask your slaves?”
Malcolm reared back and tried to break free of his bonds.
“The police raided your house in London earlier today, the one you never let your wife and kids visit. They found your harem of sex slaves you bought and helped to personally train.” Jordan tutted and shook his head. “Looks like Malcolm was a bad man.”
He flung himself around like a man possessed. “Let go of me.”
My arms folded across my chest. “Why did you want the keys to the safe deposit boxes?” I asked in a cold tone.
“You have them?”
I shrugged. “Cassandra gave them to me.”
“Her father was a brilliant businessman. He organised shares for the Council, but at the same time he also put together a massive portfolio for himself. He had details that could have destroyed the main families in the Council if he wanted to. That sort of information is worth more than money.”
“Are you seriously telling me that this was all about money and power?” I demanded, throwing a look at Jordan. He shrugged and picked up another knife to sharpen.
“What else is there?” Malcolm tried to laugh but coughed instead. “With those details I could have run the Council and those anonymous shares would have made me the richest man there.”
“Did you kill her family?” At some point she was going to start putting two and two together and I needed answers for her.
“Fuck you! There are scarier bastards than you out there.”
Jordan gave a dark chuckle. “I seriously doubt that.” He kicked his chair back and pressed a scalpel to the bottom of Malcolm’s chest. “Why did you really want those keys? You already have money and power.”
He spat on Jordan and I knew that he’d just crossed the line that would ensure he suffered horrendously before he died. The scalpel cut a perfect line down the middle of his ribcage.
He screeched and tried to pull back.
“There are few blood vessels here, so I can peel all the skin away and begin to remove your ribs one at a time. It won’t kill you, but I’ve been told the pain is immense. Do you know that you broke one of Cassandra’s ribs?” Jordan said all this as if he was talking about the weather. “You can survive for several hours without some of your organs.”
Malcolm’s stomach sucked in as if trying to avoid the scalpel. “Are you going to let him do this?” he demanded, his eyes pleading with me.
“You tried to rape my woman, so yeah, it seems fair. Be grateful I didn’t stick your dick up your ass to see how you’d like it.”
Jordan’s smile even scared me a little bit. “Who do you think eliminates the Council’s problems? How do you think I get all the information I do from people? Grow up, Malcolm. Welcome to the real world.”
“Fuck you!”
“I love it when they choose the hard way,” Jordan said, his smile almost maniacal.
I stepped back because I knew what was coming. His screams punctured the airwaves and his pleas fell on deaf ears. I hardened my resolve, knowing that he deserved this for what he did to Cassandra and those women. There was no doubt in my mind that there were others who had been sold on or killed because they wouldn’t fully submit to him. Sick fucks like that made me ashamed to be a man.
Anyone who needed to use their strength and dick against someone was a coward.
His sobs followed. “She has access to the Doulton files.”
The name was familiar, but I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
Jordan grabbed his face, his fingers coated in Malcolm’s blood. “What’s the Doulton files?”
“He was a major arms dealer and had access to secrets worldwide. He went into hiding about twenty years ago. The bounty on his head is worth more than money. Somewhere in her files was the location of his safe house. Her father was killed before we could extract the information.”