Page 58 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“Why do you want her?” He moved to the side to stop me from grabbing her. “You’re already fucking her mother. I know her pussy is good and tight—maybe not as tight as Bri’s, but?—”

Reaching out, I grabbed his throat in hopes I would rupture his trachea. His eyes bulged as he began to cower beneath my stare. My patience was growing thin with this nigga, and I was ready to make him feel me.

“Listen here, nigga. I don’t know who the fuck you think I am, but I’m way worse than anything you could have imagined.” I smirked as his eyes began to water. “I will cut your dick off and shove it down your fuckin’ throat if you ever refer to Bri or her mother with that much vulgarity. Do you fuckin’ understand me?” Barely able to nod, I loosened my grip and threw him into a fit of coughs. “Hand her to me. Now!”

Removing my suit jacket, I draped it over her small body as I took her from him. I peered down into her sleeping face and kissed her temple. If it were left up to me, I would save her from all the evils of this world—not just the one that went half on her DNA.

He was still bent over, choking and holding his throat. “Now, are you taking her to Florida tonight? You need to make sure—ahh!”

Before he knew what was coming, I removed my Glock from the back of my pants and shot him in the knee. Bri began to stir from his screaming, and that angered me even more.

“Andre?” She yawned sweetly as he looked around. I turned my body to keep him out of her line of sight. “What are you doing at my daddy’s house?”

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.

That’s the verse my mother always recited to me as a child, and at this moment, I thought of it when I looked at Bri. Smiling at her little self, I patted her back gently. “I came to get you and take you back to your mother. Just go back to sleep, baby.”

Throwing her little arms around my neck, she squeezed me tightly, and before long, she drifted off to sleep again. Once she was out, my glare returned to a crying Holmes.

“You can’t do this,” he cried while cradling his knee. “Do you know who I am?”

“I do… and soon enough, the world will too.” I stepped toward him, and he crawled backward as if he had anywhere to go. “You’re a fuckin’ pedophile who gets off on raping women and children. I wish I had time to let some of the boys show you what it’s like to be violated.” I chuckled at his crying as if it meant anything. “They’ll lick those tears right on up.”

Pow!

Shooting him in the stomach, I could have sworn I heard a door opening. Aiming my Glock at his head, I heard a small gasp come from behind me.

“Bryce!” I heard her weep softly from behind. Anger soared through me as she cried over this bitch-ass nigga. Dropping the gun to my side, I shifted Bri as I peered down at him, watching him gargle and moan in pain. Glancing behind me, we locked eyes briefly before I aimed at his head and blew it off his shoulders.

Hearing her call my name out as she called me a murderer made me feel targeted, but I couldn’t worry about that right now. I needed to get Briley out of here. As I turned to face her, she continued to spew in rage, but it didn’t last long. Placing a cloth doused in chloroform over her nose, I watched her struggle against Skip before her body went limp.

“Leave that nigga here. The boys are on the way.” I kept my eyes on an unconscious Denim as he threw her over his shoulder. “Place her in the back of my ride and follow me to the spot. I’ll take it from there.”

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Sittingin the corner of my guest room, the only light that illuminated the room was from the stars. I nursed a glass of Hennessy as I watched Denim toss and turn in her sleep. Tonight, all truths, as well as her fate, would be revealed.

After leaving Sunset Valley, Skip helped me set the girls up at the penthouse until I figured out what I wanted to do with them. Leaving witnesses behind has never been a thing of mine, and it wasn’t my intention to start doing so now. Once they were settled, I thanked Skip and told him how I wanted to handle Bryce’s body. He agreed with my plan and was headed back to the scene to oversee his men for me.

Picking up my iPad, I logged into the penthouse’s camera system and watched Briley as she slept peacefully in the next room. Baby girl could have landed in the wrong hands tonight, and I couldn’t imagine someone hurting her. I clenched the glass tightly at the reality of thatsomeonebeing her father. So badly did I want to hit Jules and ask if he could bring him back to life just so I could kill him all over again.

“Ugh… What happened?” I dragged my eyes back toward Denim as she regained consciousness. “Why does my head hurt?” She grabbed her head before shooting straight up in the bed. Looking around the dark room in a panic, she slid from the bed and headed toward the door. “Briley!”

“Sit the fuck down and be quiet before you wake her up,” I said through closed teeth as I threw back my shot. Reaching over, I turned on the lamp, and her eyes found mine. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

Fear flashed across her face before she backed away from the door and did what I said. Tears began to fall from her eyes, and I ignored the tight feeling in my chest that began immediately after. It was time for Denim and me to have a serious talk, and nothing was going to stand in the way of that.

“Andre. Where is my daughter?” she croaked as she looked at me with pleading eyes. “Why did you do this?”

Angling my head at her, I stood from my seat and took slow steps until I hovered over her. Dropping the tablet in her lap, I watched as more tears fell from her eyes as she watched her daughter sleep.

“Briley is fine for now. If you want to keep things that way, I advise you to answer my questions honestly. If I don’t like what you have to say, well… you know the rest.” I walked back over to the spot where I previously sat to put some distance between us. My emotions were running high right now, and I didn’t want it to interfere with this conversation. “Tell me, Denim… who are you?”

Weeping, she continued to stare at the tablet as she examined her daughter. I wasn’t a patient man, but I allowed her enough time to get herself together before answering me.

“Andre… you have to understand. I-I thought you—but you are…” She looked at me with angry eyes. “You’re exactly who I thought you were.”

“I’m going to ask you one more time…” I picked up my Glock from the nightstand and placed it in my lap. Her eyes widened in horror. “Who the fuck are you, Denim?”

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