Broken Promise (The Denton Family Legacy 1)

“Yep, they know now. Both women are finding out who he married first to see who is going to need that divorce. Look at this, they both want alimony.” Jacob whistled. “Snitch on us, new identity, and both women get nothing.”

Snitch dropped his head. There was blood everywhere, but Jacob didn’t care. Closing the file, he handed it back to Riley. He gripped the man’s hair and pulled his head back. “Now, how did you find out about the underground fights?”

“Everyone knows about it.”

“The video you got. Where did it come from?”

“I don’t know, man. I just picked it up.”

Jacob shook his head. “Who are you protecting?”

“I’m not protecting anyone.” The man started crying. “I just needed a way out. I took the picture. I went to one of the fights, and I filmed it.”

“It was of Landon,” Maddox said, entering the room followed by his uncle Stuart. “The fight with Landon and Riley where no videos were allowed.” Maddox held the cell phone.

“You got it?”

“It seems the attorney he went to has a gambling problem. I got the film before he reported it to his bosses, and his debt disappeared and a hundred grand was deposited into his account,” Maddox said, turning to Riley. “Your identity is secured.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Not only would they have had to deal with shit because of the fight, but because of Landon being a minor, it would have hit the family hard, then Riley would have also gone down. It would have been a royal shit-storm.

Lou wanted him to keep her brother safe. She asked him to promise. One promise and he had no intention of breaking it.

“I told you, Riley, I appreciate what you did. Landon’s been told to stay out of trouble until it all blows over,” Maddox said. Jacob placed a chair in front of the snitch, and watched his father take a seat. “Two wives, huh, Harold? I always said your dick would get you in trouble. You should have come to me.”

The snitch, now known as Harold, started sobbing.

“You know I have issues with leaving kids without a father. You’ve completely tied my fucking hands.” Maddox sighed. “I could kill you right here, right now, and that will be the end of it. Your two families will leave in peace, or I take a kid from each marriage, how about that? Trade you for two?”

Jacob was disgusted as he watched Harold think about it.

His father didn’t hesitate. He brought his gun up and fired a bullet. “No man puts his kids in his place. We’ll clean this up,” Maddox said, taking the file from Riley. “Go on to the red zone again. I want to make sure that house stays up and running.”

After they had found the young women and even the girls from the red zone being taken from the streets, they had used their cop informant to help them take the girls home. Maddox wanted the zone constantly checked to make sure no one else was going to try something stupid.

Climbing into the car, he waited for Riley to do his seatbelt before heading in the direction of the red zone.

“As a brother, I thought you’d be happy that I’m treating Lou like a princess.”

“I am, but I’m thinking she needs a little more,” Riley said. “All she does is ask about you. Is that your way of getting under her skin, to make it so she’s always thinking about you?”

His little scheme had been working. During his dates with her, he made a point of touching, stroking, getting to know what turned her on and what didn’t. Lou was a very receptive woman, and he’d made sure to tease her at every opportunity. When they stayed in, he picked highly erotic movies, and while the sex was playing, he made sure to caress her body.

She never outright begged for him to fuck her, but her body always looked ready. Her eyes spoke a great deal as well. He loved watching her fight her own need.

“Most brothers would do their hardest to keep their sister safe.”

“Pfft, I know that Lou is safest with you. I’ve seen the way you look at her, and the way you stop other men looking at her.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Okay, you want to go there. That first night at Frank’s, you nearly killed that businessman. A couple of months ago, one cowboy paying a visit to the city had touched her ass. You followed him into the bathroom, and when he came out, he was sporting broken fingers and a black eye.”

“He walked into the door and trapped his fingers.”

“Yet you didn’t hear a thing.”