Private Princess

Chapter 95

The thought of his children, and the implications of a life without them, weighed heavily on Peter Knight as he watched the row of offices in Tottenham. He rubbed at his eyes, certain that the long hours and excitement had got to him, but he was not wrong in what he was seeing.

Flex.

There was no mistaking the size and shape of the muscle-bound man as he slinked quickly inside of his building. Fingers almost fumbling, Knight tried Morgan’s phone. It went straight to voicemail.

“Dammit, Jack,” he cursed. He then tried Hooligan’s number, and it connected. “Jez? Flex has shown up at his office. Keep trying Jack from your end. I’m going to call Elaine and see if she can move some units closer, without us having to spill all the beans on why.”

“All right. But stay safe. Don’t do anything stupid, Peter.”

“I’ll watch from the car,” Knight promised, hanging up. A moment after he did so, he heard a metallic object tapping on the glass of his driver’s window.

In that split second Peter Knight knew the game was over.

And he was the loser.