The Billionaire's Heiress: Secret Affairs

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days e

nd th

infor

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t to lead us to Kenji's whereabouts. I could've just stayed in the

ut of time. And Ken

m right now. "Next time I call, you'd better have news I'd want to hear," Tito E

nd wait for news to surface. Jeihral sounded too distracted over the ph

enji. To them, my junkie, ex-con cousin's not

ncle definitely wouldn't appre

etproof vehicle. With bodyguards, I walked into the tall, run-down bu

ulations as I stalked the top floor of the old, rust-smelling build

alive, hanging by a thread, hidd

rpse, hanging under a bridge, evis

he thought aside, fee

uck's on

As we crossed the narrow hallway, a wooden door wi

s eerily quiet. The apartment unit looked cluttered, but

ed the living room. Filthy kitchen sink. Someone wasn'

undings and directed the gun towards the door in the corner. One

r a moment, I stood in front of an occupied king-sized bed, the ro

rrogate slept soundly on the covers, lying with a naked woman whose name I di

r. The faded dagger tattoo on

the guy's foot, s

nched, husky voice. His naked and h

up, p

. He glanced around his now crowded bedroom. "Who are you?" His nude lady compan

w," I muttered, point

put a bullet in you

re you? The fu

t m

ker. If you don't got anyth

be here, in itself is a statement." I smirke

udying my face as

I might let you go without a scratch

on the bed, glanced at the woman sleeping besi

pointing the gun to his face,

e grinned and squinted at me, as if he just remember

h

re's son. Ha! I knew I seen you before,"

na

iel Han. Correct?" He

. "Cut the bullshit and giv

ou are, mate, I don't know why you an

All of 'em. Don't waste my time or I'll bur

his nape and yawned. Lazily, he put on a shirt as if there weren't five g

r to die tod

ts. I just woke up, mate

was just wasting our time. But I was amazed that the

curly hair touching the wall. "Yo. Just heard rumor

the information

surprisingly well-groomed appearance quite unusual for a struggling dr

gun ready to put a bullet in his

de jobs for them. Then Armie lent me his car and a nice place in the city," he mumbled with a smirk. "I was sorta his

time, asshole," I mut

ried setting up a prostitution ring. But Ken wanted out. Too many cranked up sluts ending

use. Location. Now." I pointed

. Armond, I mean. But, for you, I'll mak

nd get it

he couldn't care less about the loaded guns pointing to his head, ready to kill him any sec

clearly knew how to stall; he might have all the information we wanted.

old friends. But first, put the gun down, call your uncle, and

get kille

ring now, his tone no longer taunting. "I know Armond

t. Time wasn't on Kenji's side, but this asswipe j

s grimy floor. He ignored the messy pile of bills, then slowl

h and pointed my gun at his

ver barrel touched his bare chest. He didn