The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 25

"Or just a regular person." She looks over to me cautiously before turning her attention back towards the man.

"Doubt it," I mutter my breath before stuffing my hands inside my pockets, "anyways, it doesn't matter. This guy can be useful. He might know something about Peter Pan that we don't know."

Selma's brows knitted in a frown, "I thought you already knew everything?"

I shook my head, "not against them, I don't. That's what makes him useful."

"You shouldn't be using anyone, Parker, that's against someone's self right."

I laughed. "I'm not going to torture him, Selma, that's cruel. I'm just going to talk to him, he has information. I need that information-"

"To protect her." Selma interrupted me. "I know you've been planning this for a long time, ever since Jason told you."

I nodded before turning towards Selma with a confident smile. "I'm going to need help with this man, will you please get some of your bartenders to help me get him to my car?"

Selma smiled, "fine, but one of your other friends is flirt with one of them and I don't think I want to interrupt them."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

One of my other friends?

It took me a while to remember I came here with one of Emmie's friends.

"Oh, shit! I forgot she was here!"

Selma's husky loud laugh echoed around the empty hallway. "You takin' her home or someone else?"

"I will, okay. Someone can take advantage of her, I'd rather die than let that happen."

Selma rolls her eyes, "always the hero."

I wink at her before continuing, "I'll have one of Jason's guys come and get him." I pointed towards the man on the club's tile floor.

I pull out my phone from my pocket and began to text.

I could hear Selma's smile as she said. "You're going straight to hell, Parker Bowmen. Straight to hell."

I smirked and looked up at her as I sent my text. "You better believe it."

"Are you sure Emmie's safe?" The beautiful woman named Camara asked me as I stopped in front of her apartment building.

"Yes, I trust my friend, a hundred percent." I answered, before stepping out of the car and walking over towards her side of the car.

I open the door to her side and she steps out. "Okay, I'm just makin' sure because if she gets hurt, I'll rip your dick off, 'you hear me?"

I straighten up before giving her an award winning smile. "Of course."

Camara smiles back at me before waving me good and moving her way towards her apartment.

I watched as she walked before disappearing behind a door with numbers printed onto it.

Nodding my head, I shut the open door and stuffed my hands inside my pockets.

What is with this man? I bit my lip. They must've fucked him up.

I turned on the warehouse's lights.

The man cringed, his eyes squinted.

"Don't worry, man. I'm not here to hurt you." I started as I walk towards the man that tied in a chair.

The man gave me a sharp glare. "How the hell am I supposed to trust you!" He spits at me, "You can just be one of those assholes!"

I raised an eyebrow, "do I have any weapons in my hands."

The man looked down, his cheeks turn into a light pink color, "no."

"I just want to ask some questions, that's it." I cross my arms over my chest as I stand in front of the man with blue hair and green eyes.

He looks at me, his eyes cautious. "If you wanted to ask me some questions, then why tie me up?"

"Wanted to make sure you didn't try to do a runner on me, that's all." I answer, my voice hard and cold.

He nods as if he understands, "so you're not going to hurt me?"

I shake my head, "no, not all. As I said, I need answers to some questions."

The once responsive man becomes quiet and I use this to my advantage.