Vince was Icing his hands as he sat in the firm office with Pete and Andrew. Pete was shaking his head, arms crossed and pissed off.
“Where the fuck is Ross, with his daughter?” Pete said finally in annoyance. “She has to know more to this shit. That fucking bastard has got something to do with this shit.”
Andrew nodded in agreement silently as he smoked on his cigar with a grim line on his lips. “Fucking son of a bitch. We need to becareful. We can’t out right connect it all together. We only have one witness and we might need that old bastard alive to close the case with an axe.”
Vince looked at Pete. “Don’t leave like that again without telling me.”
Pete blinked at him. “What?!”
“I said, don’t leave me behind holding my dick like you did again. Let me know what’s up first and don’t fucking ghost me when I call you. I didn’t know what the fuck happened to you after a while and I got worried.” Vince said.
Pete stared at him and then nodded. “I got you. It won’t happen again.” He said and then he smiled. “You softened that fucker up nice and lumpy for your next match.”
Vince grimanced. “I might have over done it. We got two weeks until the second match. I’m hoping my hands heal right until then.”
Pete shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll think of something.”
There was a knock at the door and then it opened for Ahlar and Ran to walk inside. Vince stared at Ahlar was dressed in a satin yellow dress that hugged her body and vail covered the lower half of her face.
Vince glanced at Pete to see him looking at Ran and ignoring Ahlar entirely. Pete got up as Ahlar came over and held out his hand.
Ahlar ignored or didn’t see his hand and came over to sit facing Vince. “You…you are hurt?”
Vince shrugged. “I lost the first match so I had to take it out on Slicer’s face.”
Ahlar stared at him. “It was supposed to be a simple boxing match.”
Vince shook his head. “Slicer set the tone of the match. He wanted it to be street boxing match so I respected his wishes. I need you to tell me again how you met Slicer.”
Ahlar stared at him. “You’ve been ignoring my phone calls.”
Vince shook his head. “Your playing with fire. I want you hard and dirty and you know it. I’m not like Slicer. You would be my female now if it wasn’t for this case. I’m a Barbarian warrior in a brokes brother suit. I’m not interested in your modern fantasy dating games.. There’s not a soul alive that can stop me from claiming you.. So are you going to tell me the story of how you really met Slicer?”
“Are you speaking to me as my lawyer or a Lord of justice?”
“Both. Tell me the story again. ” Vince said.
Ahlar flinched but she shook her head. “Your not interested in that. What do you want to know. I’ll tell you. No games. Just ask.”
“Did Deamon Ross have a hand in you meeting and dating Joc Slicer?”
Ahlar sat up. “Yes.”
“He introduced us at a dinner party. He has also has been encouraging us to date in the beginning. Otherwise. I don’t know the way of it. Are you thinking of pursuing a judgment on Deamon and Joc for a high crime?”
“That isn’t your right to know.” Pete said stiffly.
Ahlar waited staring at Vince. He shrugged. “It’s a possibility. I wouldn’t advise you tell Deacon any of this-“
“If Deacon.” Ran started and paused. “If Deacon has committed any crimes against the law then you can have the full support of the Ross family in his arrest and execution.”
Ahlar stared at him silently and then back at Vince. “Your hiding something. What is it?”
Vince shook his head. “It’s time for you to go.”
Ahlar stiffened at the dismissal but nodded she quickly leaned over and brushed his lips against her mouth. The barrior of the vail was thin but enough to keep Vince in his seat as Ahlar hurried out the room.
Ran nodded to them following after his daughter. The room was quiet.
“What the fuck?!” Pete said. “You want her?!”
Vince looked at Pete. “How did Mini find you?”
“How the fuck did Mini find you?” Andrew asked. “I have been wondering about that myself.”
Pete snorted and shrugged. “Mini has her ways. Anyway, where’s the contract you have with the Ross girl!”