"What's wrong with my own father?"
Vincent frowned, shooting Tyrone a warning glare. "I know my dad. He has no beef with you, and Lawson & Co. isn't afraid of your so-called comeback. He has no reason to want you dead, so don't go getting any ideas."
But anxiety had already crept into Vincent's voice. Tyrone was unpredictable, even reckless at times. If he really lost it, Vincent wasn't sure he could keep his father safe.
Tyrone just smirked, cigarette dangling from his lips as he waved him off. "If he stays alive, your precious inheritance is as good as gone-handed over to his little bastard. You should think long and hard about that."
Vincent's face darkened, but he kept his thoughts to himself.
"Hey, Vincent!" Tyrone called out loudly as he strode to the warehouse door, making sure everyone heard him. "Your brother's all yours. Try not to kill him, all right? I'm heading home to my wife. Night." With that, he hopped into his car and drove away.
Vincent stood there, stunned and breathless, his chest tight with frustration.
That lunatic!
Now that Mayfield knew Vincent was behind tonight's kidnapping, he'd run straight home and whine to Stephen Lawson. That would spell disaster-Vincent would find himself lumped in with Tyrone, an enemy of the family.
He had no choice but to work with Tyrone now.
Clenching his jaw, Vincent cursed under his breath. He wanted to wring Tyrone's neck, and he kicked the car door so hard he nearly hurt himself. He'd stuck his nose into this mess thinking he could use Tyrone, but it turned out Tyrone was the one using him.
At the warehouse, Tyrone's goons had already left, not bothering to stick around.
Mayfield was left hanging there, tied up and terrified, struggling against his restraints. "Vincent? Vincent, is that you?"
He knew it was pointless to hide anymore.
Vincent's expression was
thunderous as he stalked over and ripped the blindfold off Mayfield's face, then slapped him hard. "Idiot! Who told you to mess with Tyrone? Did you really think getting him kicked out of Lynch Corporation would turn him into some helpless lamb? Fool!"
Mayfield and Stephen were practically asking for trouble.
"Vincent, let me down, please... Vincent..." Mayfield's voice trembled with fear. He knew Vincent had always wanted him gone, and now, in the dead of night, he was terrified his brother might actually do it.
"Don't be stupid. Murder is a crime," Mayfield whimpered, tears of pain streaming down his face.
"Who told Dad to have Tyrone killed?" Vincent demanded, his voice cold as ice.
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"I swear, I don't know! Dad just told me to find someone to run over Tyrone, you know I always do what I'm told never ask questions.. Please Vincent, I'm begging you, I really don't know anything else," Mayfield sobbed. Content belongs to
Vincent stared at him, his face dark with rage and temptation. It would be so easy to
get rid of Mayfield right now-one less rival to worry about.
But murder meant ruining his own life for the sake of a worthless idiot. It wasn't worth it.
He untied Mayfield and let him drop to the floor. "You'd better keep your mouth shut about tonight. If Dad finds outââ
"I won't say a word! I promise!" Mayfield wailed, scrambling on the ground.
But Vincent knew Mayfield would run straight to their father. Warnings were useless.
He needed to seriously consider Tyrone's proposal now.
With the Lawson family, things would only get harder for him from here on out.
And as for the Holloways-sure, their family had fallen from grace, but even a fallen giant was still bigger than most. Mina Holloway had
thrown her lot in with Mayfiel net
how,
and Mayfield's standing in the Lawson family was becoming a real threat. Content belongs to
If he didn't act soon, just like Tyrone said, the Lawson family would end up in the
hands of these illegitimate sons.
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Dar Ya
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Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife
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