Page 69 of The Broker

“Nothing. Just thinking about all the ways I’m going to make you cry like a bitch before you die.” An evil grin stretched across Isaac’s face. He liked the feeling of this dark demon growing inside him.

Declan gave a snort. “Yeah, like to see you try.”

Both men’s fantasies were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Yeah?” Declan called, tossing another match at his brother.

The door opened, and an angry-looking Haitian man filled the doorway.

“He’s here,” was all the man said.

“Good. Bring him in,” Declan ordered, tossing the half-full box of matches onto his desk, then propping his legs up onto the surface.

A second later, a pudgy, bearded man with salt and pepper hair popped into the room.

The man looked cagey.

Eyes landing on Isaac, the confused man turned to Declan and asked, “Who’s this guy?”

“Never mind him. He’s my new pet. Just teaching the bitch some manners.”

The man shook his head like he didn’t have time to deal with the tied-up man sporting multiple burn marks.

“We gotta start harvesting the merchandise. I got word that some people are askin’ questions and starting to sniff around.”

Declan’s eyes narrowed on the man standing in his office doorway.

“What sorta questions?”

“Mostly about you. Where to find you? That sort of thing,” the man rushed, glancing back over at Isaac, looking nervous as hell.

“Psh. Don’t worry about it. I got the little shit right here,” Declan responded, looking every last bit the confident ass he was.

Eyes locked on Isaac, the pudgy man shook his head. “Nah. This was someone much more powerful. Someone with far reach and scary friends.”

Isaac tried not to smile. Matteo was searching for him.

“Don’t be a pussy. Whoever it is, I can handle them,” Declan said, reaching into his desk and pulling out a gun. He placed it on his desk next to his legs and smirked.

The man shook his head again. “Nah. If this guy is who I think it is, he controls most of the gun trafficking across Europe and the Americas. I ain’t getting involved with that shit.”

Shifting his gaze back to Isaac, the man looked terrified.

“Look, we got at least ten girls that are ready to pop in the next week or so. Let’s just induce their labor, then dump the rest. We can move our operation, then start again in a few months,” the terrified man suggested.

Declan’s nostrils flared. He jumped out of his chair and stomped toward the door.

“I ain’t running away from any shit stain. No matter how big this cunt thinks he is,” Declan snarled, grabbing the man by the shirt and pinning him to the wall.

“I… I…” the man stuttered.

“You… You… what?” Declan barked, mocking the man’s cowardice. “Speak, Sawyer. You what?”

Sawyer. As in Benjamin Sawyer? The lawyer from Matteo’s Book of Sin? Was this the man Matteo had been looking for?

Isaac watched the two closely, trying to figure out how he could get himself free and then contact Matteo.

“I just want to cash in and cut our losses. If this guy is who I think it is, then we need to get the fuck out of here. The man is brutal and doesn’t leave witnesses.”

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