It was clear that going after Tanner directly was a no-go. The photo had cropped him out, making him virtually untraceable.
The Ramsels were a force to be reckoned with. As a son of the Lindberg family’s butler, he wasn’t in a position to challenge them.
Robbie was the weak link.
As long as Robbie was silenced, the whole messy affair would be smothered for good.
Konnor vowed, “Alright, in two days, I’ll bring Robbie to you.”
Once Pete left, Konnor huddled with his crew to hash out the details.
Darian asked, “Boss, what happened? Who was that guy? Why’s everyone looking for Robbie these days?”
In the past few days, waves of people had come knocking, desperate for a lead on Robbie’s whereabouts.
Konnor replied with a warning tone, “That’s a guy we can’t afford to cross.”
Darian, not the sharpest tool in the shed, shot back, “Can’t afford to cross? I might as well just spill the beans on Robbie to him.”
After all, his own life was top priority.
Little did he know, just by agreeing to one of Hughes’ requests, he had stirred up a hornet’s nest.
Konnor dismissed him with a wave, “Just get out of here, Darian, and stay out of this mess.”
Darian stormed out of the Red Jack Club, spitting on the ground in disgust. “Damn it! Summoning me on such short notice, not even offering me a glass of water.”
He hopped in the car, and his underling immediately asked, “Boss, we are heading back to hit the poker tables?”
“Forget it. I’m not in the mood,” Darian cursed under his breath. “Gather some of the guys; we’re going to give Hughes a piece of our mind at the Blue Club tonight.”
Hughes had invited way too much trouble into his life.
And Darian was itching to let off some steam.
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