Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,78

I breathed.

“Busted,” Blake laughed.

“It’s not funny, asshole.” Monroe punched him in the arm and Blake’s smile fell.

“I believe we are at a dead end,” Saint said simply and Kyan strode forward, snatching the phone from him before he could stop him. He hit dial then the speaker phone button and a ringing sound blared from it.

Saint parted his lips as if to rebuke him then slowly nodded. “I suppose this train of action isn’t total insanity.”

“So what you’re saying is that I came up with a plan before you did?” Kyan taunted and Saint’s eyes froze to hard blocks of ice.

He opened his mouth to retort when someone answered the call. Holy shit.

“You sure have some fucking balls,” the gruff male voice said.

“Yeah, they weigh about fifty pounds more than yours do,” Kyan said cockily, holding the phone to his mouth, but Saint snatched it from him.

“We’ve got a few questions for you,” Saint said, his voice calm yet holding a deadly threat in it.

The man on the line laughed obnoxiously. “Well I have a few for you too, you piece of shit.”

“I assure you, calling me a shit is like calling the devil naughty.”

“So are you gonna tell me what you did with my men, you fucking asshole because that many guys don’t go off the radar all at once unless they ain’t breathing anymore.”

“You at least have a few brain cells to rub together then,” Saint answered. “So I will offer you a deal that even a reasonably clever man would take. Fifty thousand dollars for the name of your boss.”

“And who says I ain’t the boss?” the man growled dangerously.

“The first rule of running any kind of illegal operation is to associate yourself with it as little as possible by using lackies to do all the heavy lifting. So if it goes to hell they’ll take the fall for it.”

“Pah,” the man spat. “And who are you then? Some fucking vigilante bounty hunter?”

“If I wanted to collect the bounty on Donovan Rivers’ head, his death wouldn’t have been announced as a suicide, would it you imbecile?”

My gut twisted at his words, but I wasn’t going to let my grief spill out now. Hate and revenge were all I was concentrating on.

“Don’t you speak to me like that you fucking cunt,” the man snarled. “You think your bribes can sway my loyalty? I get far more than money outta my position, more than you could ever offer me. So when I get my hands on you, I’m gonna pull out your intestines and wear ‘em as a necklace.”

“A colourful, yet pointless threat,” Saint said calmly and I had to admire him for how unshaken he was by this obviously powerful and violent man talking to him like that. “There is no tracker on this phone any longer and I’m sure you and your boss are scratching your heads right now over who may have murdered so many of your men.”

“We got you pegged,” the man hissed. “We’re gonna come for your head and your family’s heads and your fucking pet dog’s head.”

“I don’t have a dog but if I did it would be so well trained that a single flick of my finger would turn it from the most docile creature you ever met into the most vicious. It would maul you before you ever got near to hurting it, or me for that matter,” Saint mused, examining his nails like facing down death threats was a daily occurrence for him. “Your shortcomings are showing quite vividly now. And I am well aware I am talking to the wrong person. Do give my regards to your boss though.”

“He’ll have your eyes plucked out and your nose ripped off. He’ll-”

Saint cut the line, tucking the phone neatly into his pocket.

“Why’d you hang up?” Blake balked as I just stood there panting for Saint and his psycho ways. Man, why was that so hot? Him taking control like that, talking to that guy like he was nothing and Saint was the king of the world…gah.

“We now know his boss is male,” Saint said. “He won’t ever have met his employer face to face though, so I doubt there is much more he knows that is of use.”

“So what now?” I asked, biting my lip as I tried to stop myself eye-fucking Saint. God why was I so into bad boys? No, scrap that. Why was I into cold blooded, sadistic boys? Mother nature was obviously fucking high when she built