Chapter 250. A Drunken Bill

His voice and entire demeanor reminded Carlos of who he had seen the first time he’d been introduced to Beelzebub. A young man with a reputation beyond dangerous and a man who, without a doubt, had a history worse than what imagination could conjure.

“She’s my prisoner,” Carlos said, cursing the entire situation. He should kill Bill now and not give him a chance to make a move. He had seen her and he would more likely than not tell McCarthy that Carlos was the one with his daughter.

Surprisingly, Bill’s entire body relaxed. “She looks somewhat familiar,” he said. At this point Fiona had already turned around and was making her way slowly out the door. Probably hoping to be forgotten, he was going to fucking kill her after this.

Bill leaned back in his chair for a little bit but as soon as Fiona hand touched the handle to close the door so they could both finally breathe a breath of fresh air, Bill shot up again.

“Stop,” he said and everything froze. It was a