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to go through all this trouble.”
“Fuck you, Jack.” The man yelled with his eyes getting wilder with fear. The people he thought would come to help him were dead, and the men outside had been controlled. There was no one to help him out of this mess.
Jack walked over to the man, almost elated that he’d taken the hard way out of this. If the man knew what was good for him, he’d have made the call and eaten the bullet like he had some sense, but now he was going to know a touch of how he made sweet Natalie feel. He backhanded the man so hard his cheek was sliced by the ring he wore. Watching the small rivers of blood stream down his face made him hungry for more. The second hit was a swift hard left to his gut followed by a deep right to the kidney. There wasn’t going to be much of this man left when they were done, but it wasn’t about what was left; it was about being right. After that Jack couldn’t tell what he was hitting as he blasted the man with punch after punch. Giving his all had never felt so good. The small hand on his back was the only thing that made him stop.
“Can we just go now?” Natalie had gotten up off the floor and come to stand behind him. He wanted to lean into her touch, but he didn’t deserve it… just like he’d never deserved her. All he brought to her was violence and destruction… of her life, her job and her well-being.
He didn’t answer her because he still wanted all of the shit he’d told Johnson to do to be done.
“I’m going to ask again. Where’s your phone? If I have to ask it again, I’m going to cut off your cock and feed it to you. Don’t think I won’t. At this point, I’m hoping you’ll say no.”
Johnson looked defeated and reached into his back pocket. All the guns in the room cocked and ready to fire, but the man brought out the phone and held it up for all to see.
“Put it on speaker,” Jack said loudly just so there was no funny business. He’d had enough of this man and his crew.
The phone rang a few times before it was picked up. “What’s going on in there? They’ve got us surrounded. I told you we should have brought in more people.” Smith was the VP of The Reapers and much smarter than Johnson. Jack didn’t know what asshole decided to make him boss, but at least it was over.
“I’m guessing I did the wrong thing here. We’re going to have to keep the Reaper’s Dust where we have it.”
“That wasn’t much of an apology, and I didn’t hear shit about staying away from our customers.” Jack was furious this punk was going to do it. He’d made the request unbelievably punk ass so he’d say no.
“I’m sorry lady for all the trouble.” The man wasn’t looking at Natalie, but Jack wouldn’t complain about that; he didn’t think he deserved to look at her pretty face before he met his maker.
“She has a name, and I’m sure you know it, but don’t bother saying anything else to her.”
“Smith, stay away from the Devil’s customers.” Johnson looked at Jack like he was searching for absolution, but he wasn’t going to get it from him.
“You know I don’t think much of you, Johnson, but I’m willing to take Smith’s word that he’ll do what you ask.” Jack moved a bit closer to the phone. “Smith, do I have your word?”
There was silence on the other end, so Jack kicked Johnson in the ribs.
“Give it, Smith,” Johnson yelled out.
“My word is given,” Smith said quietly.
Jack snatched the phone out of Johnson’s hand and chucked it at the farthest wall away feeling somewhat satisfied that there may be peace on the streets for a little while at least.
“Alright then fellas, let’s go.” Jack watched as everyone exited. He nodded to Danny Boy to get Natalie so he would be the last to leave.
“So what now?” Johnson said looking like a lost puppy. This was the man who was trying to form a club big enough to
“Fuck you, Jack.” The man yelled with his eyes getting wilder with fear. The people he thought would come to help him were dead, and the men outside had been controlled. There was no one to help him out of this mess.
Jack walked over to the man, almost elated that he’d taken the hard way out of this. If the man knew what was good for him, he’d have made the call and eaten the bullet like he had some sense, but now he was going to know a touch of how he made sweet Natalie feel. He backhanded the man so hard his cheek was sliced by the ring he wore. Watching the small rivers of blood stream down his face made him hungry for more. The second hit was a swift hard left to his gut followed by a deep right to the kidney. There wasn’t going to be much of this man left when they were done, but it wasn’t about what was left; it was about being right. After that Jack couldn’t tell what he was hitting as he blasted the man with punch after punch. Giving his all had never felt so good. The small hand on his back was the only thing that made him stop.
“Can we just go now?” Natalie had gotten up off the floor and come to stand behind him. He wanted to lean into her touch, but he didn’t deserve it… just like he’d never deserved her. All he brought to her was violence and destruction… of her life, her job and her well-being.
He didn’t answer her because he still wanted all of the shit he’d told Johnson to do to be done.
“I’m going to ask again. Where’s your phone? If I have to ask it again, I’m going to cut off your cock and feed it to you. Don’t think I won’t. At this point, I’m hoping you’ll say no.”
Johnson looked defeated and reached into his back pocket. All the guns in the room cocked and ready to fire, but the man brought out the phone and held it up for all to see.
“Put it on speaker,” Jack said loudly just so there was no funny business. He’d had enough of this man and his crew.
The phone rang a few times before it was picked up. “What’s going on in there? They’ve got us surrounded. I told you we should have brought in more people.” Smith was the VP of The Reapers and much smarter than Johnson. Jack didn’t know what asshole decided to make him boss, but at least it was over.
“I’m guessing I did the wrong thing here. We’re going to have to keep the Reaper’s Dust where we have it.”
“That wasn’t much of an apology, and I didn’t hear shit about staying away from our customers.” Jack was furious this punk was going to do it. He’d made the request unbelievably punk ass so he’d say no.
“I’m sorry lady for all the trouble.” The man wasn’t looking at Natalie, but Jack wouldn’t complain about that; he didn’t think he deserved to look at her pretty face before he met his maker.
“She has a name, and I’m sure you know it, but don’t bother saying anything else to her.”
“Smith, stay away from the Devil’s customers.” Johnson looked at Jack like he was searching for absolution, but he wasn’t going to get it from him.
“You know I don’t think much of you, Johnson, but I’m willing to take Smith’s word that he’ll do what you ask.” Jack moved a bit closer to the phone. “Smith, do I have your word?”
There was silence on the other end, so Jack kicked Johnson in the ribs.
“Give it, Smith,” Johnson yelled out.
“My word is given,” Smith said quietly.
Jack snatched the phone out of Johnson’s hand and chucked it at the farthest wall away feeling somewhat satisfied that there may be peace on the streets for a little while at least.
“Alright then fellas, let’s go.” Jack watched as everyone exited. He nodded to Danny Boy to get Natalie so he would be the last to leave.
“So what now?” Johnson said looking like a lost puppy. This was the man who was trying to form a club big enough to
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