Wicked Liar (Dark Syndicate 3)

Chapter Forty

Dominic

I take the corner sharply on my motorcycle and speed up like I'm racing against time.

Today was a difficult day. It's Monday, the start of the fourth week of being home, and I've had a lifetime of events happen to me.

I had my first Syndicate meeting this morning, and after that, I spoke to my brothers about Candace.

I didn't want to tell them anything, but she wanted them to know.I guess it means some part of her has healed in some way, to allow her to share her dark secrets.

As for them, I don't know which looked worse on hearing what happened to her.I think Andreas would look the same if he were still alive and heard too.We've always been very protective of her.Hearing we couldn't protect her from her uncle makes us all feel like we failed in some way.

She knows I'll search every corner of the earth to find him, and she knows what will follow next is his death.Rest assured I will end him and it won't matter how long it takes me to find him.His days are numbered.

My phone rings as I park my bike.I pull it from my pocket and my brows furrow when I look at the screen and see the number's unrecognized.I don't like these types of calls.They're never good, and never from anybody good either.

What I hate more than anything is they compel and give the person calling leverage over a guy like me because I have to answer to find out who it is.

I tap the screen to answer and place the phone to my ear.

"Yes," I say.

"Dominic D'Agostino," the voice replies.It's no one I recognize.

"Who is this?"

"Somebody you'll be interested to speak to."

My interest piques, and my curiosity heightens."I don't know who the fuck this is, but I don't like playing games, and I don't have time for shit.So talk."

"I have answers to your questions, but it's going to cost you."

I laugh off key and don't hide the sarcasm in my laughter."Who the fuck is this? I have to give you credit for calling me and trying to get money straight up."

"Mr. D'Agostino, this is Peter Dawson." The second he says that my chest tightens and I plant my feet into the hard flooring of my garage."I heard you've been looking for me."

Instantly, I remember the guy from the alleyway in Harmsworth, the girl too.I figured she sent him to take a look at us.

"I have been."

"Great. So if you want to see me, it's going to cost you.I want half a million dollars for the information I have."

"You want me to pay half a million and I don't know what I'm paying for?"

"If you want to know what Kazimir and his friends from the Order are up to, you'll cough it up," he states, hooking my attention all the more."I think you'll find the price is right and cheap for information on the King, but when you see me, you'll know why I didn't ask for more.Come to my house at midday tomorrow.I don't want the entire Syndicate there.Just you, your brothers, and the Russian.Do we have a deal?"

After hearing that, I have one answer for him.

"We have a deal."

* * *

We pull up outside an odd-looking cottage with green moss covering the entire left side.A vast expanse of land surrounds it, and a barn with a few Arabian horses sits near the lake.

We’re just outside San Diego.This is where Peter lives.

I'm with my brothers and Aiden, exactly as requested by Peter.It's a few minutes before noon and I have to admit nerves are getting the better of me.