Kingpin's Promise by A.G. Henderson

Author:A.G. Henderson [Henderson, A.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Hawk

The urge to find Jasmine’s captain and rip his head from his shoulders with my bare hands was a difficult beast to fight. She got me through it without even being near me. All I had to do was think of how goddamn lucky I was that I hadn’t found out too late.

She would’ve willingly let me do whatever I wanted to her because she felt guilty. But as I returned to the simple, two-bedroom I considered home and started placing calls and sending messages, I breathed easier knowing that the revenge I’d held onto for so long had been directed at the wrong person entirely.

Of course, then it pissed me off all over again to know how much time I’d wasted that didn’t have to be. If I hadn’t been so mad at her, maybe I would’ve questioned why she never once reached out. Instead, I’d been content to sit and stew in my fury until it was all I knew. Meanwhile, Captain Holt had waved her in my face like a red flag to a bull.

He’d put my woman at risk, and I’d been too blind to see it.

My doorbell rang early the next morning. Sleep had eluded me the entire night, but a sense of purpose kept my limbs energized as I stomped to the door and threw it open. The emissary on the other side grinned at my appearance—wrinkled shirt, baggy eyes, permanent snarl—and stepped inside without being invited.

“I knew it was about time for you to show your face,” Collin said, swinging a backpack from his shoulder and adjusting the collar of his leather jacket.

I’d never met a man more likely to smile in your face while he pulled the trigger than Collin Brandt. He had to be the most happy-go-lucky criminal in existence. Then again, what did he really have to worry about? As long as he wore that jacket—the bloody number seven sewn into the back with a barbed letter S wrapping around it—he was untouchable.

No one in the Carolinas was dumb enough to get on the bad side of the Seven Sinners. That was a one-way ticket to the grave, and if there was one thing most criminals could agree on, it was that they liked breathing. I fell into that same category.

I’d met with their Prez once to negotiate how we’d split our interests around the city, and once had been fucking plenty.

I knew hard men. I’d fought them, killed them, worked alongside them. At this point, I was convinced that Creed wasn’t a man at all, no matter what they claimed about him settling down with some girl. He was pure war distilled into a heavily tattooed shape that just so happened to pass for a person.

I closed the door behind Collin and looked him up and down, noting the sweat beaded across his forehead. “Do you ever take that damn jacket off? You’re going to give yourself a heatstroke one of these days.”

He shrugged. “If I do, make sure you bury me with it.

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