Page 103 of Moros

Grinning, I glanced around then was reaching for my phone to call Pasha when it began ringing—another unknown number.

I’m getting sick of this shit.

“Now I have something you want.” Sloan told me. “You have someone I want—let’s exchange.”

My phone beeped and it was a picture of Pasha, bound and gagged. She looked as though she’d been in a fight.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and lifted the phone to my ear.

“If you hurt her?—”

“You’ll what?” Torez demanded harshly.

I glanced over at Ryanne who was now kneeling in front of me, trying to ask me what was happening.

“You have the bitch I want dead,” Torez said. “I have the slut you want to save.”

“And there I go thinking you were all about self preservation.” I told him. “But I was wrong, wasn’t I? You’d rather die trying to get to Ryanne. That’s some balls.”

“Do we have a deal or not?”

I chuckled bitterly. “Oh, I think you already know the answer to that.”’

“I’m not playing with you!” Torez screeched. “I will kill her!”

“You know what happens if she gets hurt. You already know what will happen because you’ve bruised her skin.”

“So, no deal?”

Leaning over, I picked up the file we had on —You’re about to find out.”

I hung up and explained things to Ryanne while getting a hold of my guys. They descended on my place, all ready to fight.

“We can’t send anyone into The Grotto.” Boss spoke up. “That place is the seventh layer of hell.”

“I know.” I sighed. “I think I know of a way to get the people there to bring him to me.”

“Khadri.” Ryanne groaned.

“Hold on, baby.” I told her.

I pulled out my phone and called Poke.

“I need a favour.” I told him.

“Jesus, Christ Moros. Is this going to leave me dead or maimed?” He asked.

“You don’t have to do much, just pass on a message.”

“Okay.” Poke replied.

“I need you to get it to your people in the Grotto.” I glanced at Ryanne who was eyeing me intently. “I need you to tell them that I want them to bring me Torez Sloan. The woman with him shouldn’t be harmed. I don’t care what condition Sloan comes to me in. But they have twenty-four hours to bring him to where Musk used to be.”

“Damn, Moros.” Poke sighed.

“If they don’t, I’ll be bringing a construction crew, and we’re going to level that bitch.” I added. “Then we’re going to light it on fire. It’s up to them.”

Poke agreed and after he was gone, I lounged into my chair.