Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Fuck you Dario. I told you when I saw you after the surgery, something in me changed and basic shit no longer satisfies. I used to have a plan, a vision. It changed and I decided to go with it. Besides, I have been valuable to your...infrastructure. I don’t intend on stopping now.” it’s true. I was reticent to let him in on this part of my life. But, when he came to me and told me of his new...hobby...guns...I knew he would be a perfect fit and I was right. He is what we call ‘The Messenger’. He is who I send in when I don't want the person dead, but I want everyone around them to know that I was there. He does his job well. But he is my little cousin and I worry about him.
“Stay behind me.” I say right before I open the door. The door is barely open when a bullet comes flying at me from someone behind a Hummer. I turn immediately and shoot through the glass, dead center in the head as he falls to the ground. Running to the other side of the house, I hear Hydro ordering some of the guards to take positions. I can’t make out the faces of the enemy yet, but I know my men and that is all I need to know. From my right I see someone running toward my pillar and I unload on him, moving closer to him as I fire. I know he is dead, but I continue to shoot.
Walking closer to the vehicle, I hear a grunt and know someone is still alive. Pointing my gun at his head, I lean in nose to nose. “Who the fuck sent you, flea?”
“Fuck you.” he says and spits in my face. I smile, the sinister nature of it hard to miss. Tough guy apparently. I like those. My eyes never leaving his, I shot his kneecap. He screams.
“I am going to ask you again who sent you.” I am halfway hoping he gives me more shit so I can continue to rain my brand of interrogation.
“It doesn’t matter. We breached. That was the goal. We found the weakness in your organization. The mighty Dario has a hole.” I place my MK25 SIG Sauer in the middle of his head and pull the trigger.
“Whose got the hole now. Dead fuck.” the thing galling me is he is right. Someone slipped through the cracks and that shit is unacceptable. The good thing is we have only had three new additions. One of which I am hoping is not the leak. Turning, I note that the gunfire has stopped, but I hear grunting and cursing.
Making my way to the side of the house, I see Tim has one bound and is having fun carving shit into his chest. He has a sadistic streak a mile long. “Has he told you anything?”
“I didn’t ask. I just thought I would have some fun until you walked over here. Figured I would leave the mundane shit to you.” asshole. Grab this bloody fuck by his neck, I ask him the only thing I want to know.
“Why are you here?”
“T-to see if the rumors are true.” he sputters, blood splattering all over my shirt as he coughs.
“What rumors?”
“That the Kingpin has a Queen. A weakness. Now that we have confirmation, she will never be s---.” he doesn’t finish. I snatch the knife from Tim and slit his throat from ear to ear before cutting out his tongue. FUCK!! I grate out inhaling the smell of copper that has splashed on my face and clothes. The blood of my enemies is my fuel.
“They know too much. I want everyone rounded up and in the boardroom tomorrow night. I want this leak found. NOW!!!” Click comes up behind me and nods his head. I look at all the bodies on the floor and frown in disgust. Have the maids come clean this shit up? I want it done before my Queen sees it.” I know my orders will be carried out, so I walk away. Everything in me is boiling. Steam seeping like it is being prepared for tea. I step over the body's power and rage radiating like Thor. With the first round of enemies dead, I need somewhere to channel this...and she is right upstairs.
10
Jewel
The gunfire is still going on and then it stops. Looking toward Lola, her face is stoic, giving away nothing. I find my leg jumping up and down, praying he comes through the door. I don’t know how my heart would take it if something happened to him. Even in this short period of time I know he has infected me with poison. For every ounce of doubt I have, I have more want and need and...possibly love.