Page 51 of The Broker

Isaac’s heart fluttered, hearing the sexy brute beside him defend his honor.Fuck, this man was sexy.

Something flickered across his uncle’s eyes. Was it fear?

Isaac couldn’t help but give his own smug smile. Now, it was his uncle’s turn to fear him.

“So, what do ya want, ya little runt?” his uncle asked, trying to save face, but the shaking in his voice betrayed him ever so slightly.

“Declan, where is he?” Isaac asked, anger barely contained. He wanted to grab his uncle by his salt and pepper hair and smash his face into the table—see if that knocked that slimy grin off his face.

The man shrugged. “Don’t know. Prison the last I checked.”

“I know he’s out. Where can I find my brother?” Isaac asked once again. He was gripping his own fingers so hard he could see his knuckles turning white.

His uncle noticed as well.

“If your brother wanted to see your wimpy face, he would have tracked you down by now.”

Jared’s body lunged forward, causing his uncle to jump back in his seat, startled.

Isaac managed to stick out his arm just in time to stop Jared from ripping off his uncle’s arms—’cus, yes, that’s apparently what army men can do… according to Jared.

“Easy there,” Isaac said, glancing over at the guard, who didn’t appear concerned that his inmate was about to get his face bashed in. He turned his back to the door once again and continued standing guard. “Has Declan been in to see you?”

The bastard sat silent, eyes focused on the wall behind them.

Perhaps he didn’t want to look into his nephew’s eyes and see the hate and contempt for him; maybe he just didn’t give a shit and found the wall more interesting.

Either way, both scenarios made Isaac’s blood boil.

“You’re still the miserable, old cunt that used to pass out on the living room floor, then shit his pants,” Isaac snarled. He didn’t care if his uncle saw him losing his cool. The man was a worthless piece of trash and didn’t deserve any of his respect.

The man snorted, remaining silent, acting as if Isaac’s verbal assault meant nothing to him. It probably didn’t. Assholes like him didn’t care what others thought of them. They only cared about what they could get for themselves.

Isaac shook his head.

This was pointless. The man was a jerk and wasn’t going to give him any information. He wasn’t sure why he thought otherwise. They may as well head home.

“Come on, Jared. This was a waste of time. This asshole won’t give us anything.”

Miserable green eyes shot up and locked on Isaac’s as he stood from the table.

“You should probably turn yourself in on your way out…killer.A tight little hole like yours would be very popular behind these walls. Perhaps I can even?—”

Blood exploded from his uncle’s nose as Jared decked him in the face. The move was so fast Isaac barely had time to register what was happening.

“Fuck!” the miserable man shouted, cupping his nose while blood spilled over his fingers.

“I warned you what would happen if you ever disrespected Isaac again,” Jared said with a tiny shrug of his shoulders.

Another piece of Isaac’s heart broke itself off and jumped into Jared’s pocket. Bit by bit, Jared was stealing every ounce of his heart.

The miserable cunt groaned as he tilted his head backward, blood trickling down his lips and neck.

The door from behind the prisoner opened, and the guard moseyed his way in. He didn’t seem concerned or worried that the man in his custody was bleeding profusely.

He unlocked the man’s shackles before glancing up at Isaac. “I’ll get this guy cleaned up and log it as an accident. This guy just never stops walking into walls. By the way, tell M that Ares says hi.”

Isaac and Jared exchanged a glance. What did Ares have to do with this?

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