Page 50 of The Don's Prisoner

“Yeah, well, you deserved that,” Felix piped up from beside me, and I rolled my eyes at him.

“Where are we going?” I asked, and Logan turned around in his seat to face me. He had a laptop open on the dashboard.

“There’s a bar the Irish frequent called the Rooster. We are going to head there and see if we can get them to tell us where she is,” he smiled, and I smiled back. That meant some fun.

“Oh, we will get them to tell us, one way or another,” Robby assured, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. His eyes were full of such ice and malice that I was grateful, and not for the first time, that he was on our side.

We arrived at the bar in about twenty minutes, and we all filed out of the car.

It was a small bar that wouldn’t have stuck out to anyone. There was a giant ceramic rooster on the roof, and still, it remained inconspicuous. If not for the very large wooden sign that was attached just above the door and painted bright red, it would have disappeared completely, tucked between two much larger buildings.

We wasted no time heading inside.

It was full of Irish, that was for sure. It was a sea of red hair, and when we walked in, all eyes turned to us. If we were lesser men, we might have turned back right then, but we were unafraid.

“What da fuck do you wan, wop?” one of the men at the bar asked, getting off of his stool and setting his beer down on the counter. He was a relatively big man, his shoulders meeting me at eye height, but I stood firm before him anyway. No way was I going to back down. Especially not to a man wearing overalls.

“Just want a little bit of information, mic,” I replied and ducked as he swung his fist at my head. He was easy to read as he choreographed his movements before he did them, cocking his arm back and hesitating before thrusting it forward. I landed a punch to his side, and he let out a harsh gasp. I had a moment to wonder if I had punctured one of his lungs when another guy came at me, this one from behind. He jumped on my back, and I flipped him onto his back on the floor. Using his momentum, I pulled back on his arm and ducked under another punch from the big guy. I heard the shoulder of the sneak attacker pop, and he let out a loud howl of pain.

The big guy got tired of trying to hit me and went in for a grab, but I pulled out my gun, pointed it at his head, cocked it, and waited.

Everything stopped.

Logan and Felix had been fighting a few guys on the right, and Robby was having a field day with three men to the left. Somehow in that short span of time, he had managed to tie two men together with one of their belts. I only knew this because Robby never wore belts, probably for this very reason.

“Tell me where Rex McMillon is,” I hissed. The big man on the other end of my gun blinked at me.

“I donno. Rex is…. secretive,” he explained, and I shoved the barrel of the gun into his forehead so hard that I knew there would be a circular bruise there the next morning. Provided I let him live to see the morning, that was.

“Bullshit. Someone knows where he is or where he took my girl. If no one starts talking soon, I start shooting, and you are target number one. Understand?” I raised my eyebrows at him, and he gulped. It was a very cartoonish action, and I would have laughed had I been in a laughing mood.

The bar stayed silent, staying loyal to their man. I could respect that. They didn’t know me, and they owed me nothing. I would have stayed silent in their shoes if I were them.

Didn’t mean I was happy about it.

In one swift motion, I took the gun off the big guy’s forehead, pointed it at the one on the floor who had tackled me from behind, and pulled the trigger. His head exploded, smearing on the floor in chunks of bone and brain. His lower jaw remained intact, the tongue lolling to the side as the body twitched and spasmed. I watched it out of the corner of my eye as I put the smoking gun back on the big guy’s forehead. Now there would definitely be a ring there tomorrow, but it would be a burn instead of a bruise.

“I don’t think you understand how serious I am. Rex has my girl, and I will do anything to get her back, including but not limited to murdering every single person in this bar. Do you want to end up like him?” I asked, gesturing with my free hand to the mess on the floor. “Seems like a strange life choice to keep quiet at this point, but hey, I’m not on the wrong end of the gun.”

Big guy’s eyes went wide and kept darting from me to his friend at our feet. I could see the sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes bulged a little, and I wondered what would fail first, his tongue or his eye sockets.

“Shit, is a woman really worth this?” someone asked, and I scanned the room with my eyes looking for the one who spoke.

“Really? Do you think he’s kidding, you fucking morons?” Felix asked, trying to smooth things over no doubt.

“She is worth everything to me,” I growled, and the moment I said it, I knew it was the truth. I would gladly kill all of them without blinking for not telling me where she was because she was worth all of their lives.

I was in love with her.

“A construction site,” the bartender spoke up from behind the big guy, and I leaned a little to see him. He was an older man in his fifties or sixties with a long white beard and a green hat on his head. He shook a little as he looked at me, clearly terrified. “I don’t know where exactly, but… he was in here a few days ago talking about how he was tearing down some warehouse, but he was going to have one last round of fun there before it was torn down. He didn’t specify anything about it, but… if I had to venture a guess…that’s where she is.”

It wasn’t concrete, but it was certainly better than anything I had to go on. I looked back at the guys and Felix nodded.

“Thank you,” I told the bartender and looked at the big guy. “You owe this man your life. Make sure you pay him back for it.”

Slowly, I backed up and returned my gun to its holster. We all left, making sure we didn’t turn our backs on anyone, but I figured we weren’t in any danger. If someone had had a gun, they would have pulled it when I shot the guy.

We got back in the car, and Logan was on the computer before we had even put our seatbelts on and Robby had peeled out of the parking lot. No one said anything; we just waited for Logan to do his magic. If anyone could capitalize on such a weak lead, he could.

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