Page 107 of Prey

The other one frowned. “Oh, we know.”

I didn’t say anything else. Just looked them over.

Gallagher stepped up closer to our table, drawing Micah’s attention.

The slippery little fucker pulled up short.

He might think he ruled this city, might think he was a powerful man in his own right—and perhaps he was—but in the order of the food chain, he was nowhere near the top. He could sense a predator when one looked him in the eye.

“Stop playing games, Madden,” he said, his voice low. “I know you and your men were at the port two nights ago.”

Dominic laughed, turning to me. “We were? How come I didn’t know about that?”

I smirked. “Nah. He’s tripping. I remember hanging out at your house, playing a friendly game of poker. I didn’t realize that was such a crime that it would invite a personal visit from our mayor. Did you?”

I directed the question at Micah, who hadn’t looked away from the bastard once since he arrived at our table.

“Pretty sure it isn't. So why did he bring protection with him?”

Gallagher shook his head. “I don’t know who fucking tipped you off, but you got lucky. That won’t happen a second time.”

“Is that a threat, Mayor?” Dominic asked.

He shook his head. “No, it’s a promise. It’s my job to get rid of all the scumbags that litter my city, and I promise you, I won’t rest until I do.”

I’d had about enough of this. I might have been able to tolerate his little speech if he truly was doing everything he could for the good of the city. But we both knew that wasn’t the case.

The bastard just wanted to rule this city for himself.

I stood up and stepped closer to him. His eyes widened, and he moved back a step.

“Is there a reason for your visit?” I asked.

“No reason at all.”

I shook my head. “And I’m guessing you don’t have a warrant, considering none of us have broken the law. So there really isn’t a reason for you to come down or bring those friends with you, is there? If you would like to visit our club tonight, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of personally.”

His eyes flared a little at that. “If you think I would ever need that kind of service—”

“Perhaps not. I’m sure it’s just your wife who needs it. It’s gotta be frustrating being married to you.”

The fucker didn’t look like someone who would know where to find a woman’s clit even if there was a fucking arrow pointing to it.

He sputtered, his face red, but he didn’t say anything.

I pointed at the doors. “You can leave the same way you came in. You don’t need me to show you out, do you?”

I took a small step forward, and he backed away until he bumped into one of the officers. They held him steady, and he roughly pulled away.

“This isn’t over.”

With that, he and his two monkeys walked out the door.

Dominic burst out laughing. “If the bastard had ended that by laughing maniacally, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

I shook my head and sat back down.

Dominic could joke all he wanted, but we both knew this wasn’t over. Not until they either got what they wanted, ended up in prison, or fucking died.

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