Page 155 of Sins of Innocence

This guy is almost too stupid to kill.

McLaren glares at me. "Oh no. You get that look off your face, boss."

I raise a brow at her.

"He would have killed you and for that I will off him myself, but he was willing to kill Áine too. Áine," she emphasizes.

All the fury I felt when these assholes came for us on our way to the coffee shop rolls like lava through my veins.

"The fat chick? Yeah. We were supposed to kill her. And you, but fuck, you're like the Terminator, man. They should have sent more of us if we were gonna take you out," he whines.

Fat chick? My Áine is soft and curvy. Perfect.

"Now, that's the Wraith we know and the city fears," McLaren says with satisfaction.

"After we took care of you, we were going to get her daughter."

"Why?" McLaren asks in a chilling tone, not asking which one.

It doesn't matter. They're not getting their hands on any of my girls.

"Punishment. Your boss was messing with Demon's plans, man."

"How?"

"Don't know."

"What were you going to do with my daughter?" I ask.

Something he hears in my voice makes Snack flinch. "Demon's got a buyer lined up for her. My cut was gonna set me up for a month."

"Which daughter?" McLaren asks now.

"The oldest one."

A buyer? For Sadie? Fucking hell. They don't even know her name.

My fingers are curled around his throat and squeezing before I even realize I've moved. "You sell children?"

"Uh, boss, if you want an answer, maybe don't crush his throat with your hand until after he gives it to you?" Noah says, conversationally.

I let up the pressure on Snacks' throat. "Answer me."

"Demon and some rich business dude," Snacks gasps out.

"What's the rich business dude's name?" I demand.

Demon is the leader of the Hollow Point Kings. I know that already, but I don't know much else about him. His gang wasn't on our radar as more than a small time player in the city's underworld.

If they're selling kids, they need to be exterminated like the vermin they are.

Snacks shakes his head. "I don't know."

"What do you know?" I squeeze until he can't breathe. Hold it for ten seconds and then release.

He sucks in air, coughs, wheezes and then says, "They were gonna pay us once we picked up the girl."

"How were you supposed to get to her?" McLaren asks while I fight with the urge to snap the piece of shit's neck.