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“Sir, we—” He shot the man that spoke who was standing next to Quincy. Wilburn had wanted to make a point, but now he was just glad that he had their full attention.
“Now. Here is what is going to happen, now that you understand that I want answers and not excuses. You’re going to find my jewelry so that I can take care of this dragon. Do you have any idea what kind of damage this monster can do to this world should he be allowed to rise up? How many of our followers he’ll kill so that he can breed more of his kind? To take over the world?” No one moved, and he shot a third man in as many minutes. “Get out there and find my jewelry.”
When they left him, he called Quincy back. The man looked ready to wet himself, he was so terrified. “Clean your mess up. Now.” The younger man looked at the dead bodies and then nodded at him. “And when I return, there had better not be a single drop of blood on anything in this room. Do you understand me?”
Wilburn left the little offices and made his way to the larger, more appointed one in the back of his home. If these fuckers knew what he wanted the pieces for, not only would they stop trying to find them, but they might even beg him to kill them over it. The jewelry was nothing compared to what it would give him to have them all together. And once that happened, he’d be ruler. Not just of the men in his sect, but of all mankind. The dragon that would come forth would answer only to him.
When he’d been about seventeen, he’d heard his grandda talking to some idiot that worked for him. The man was a shifter, he knew that, but what he was Wilburn had no idea. Nor did he really care. His grandda had befriended the man, not for gain as Wilburn might have done, but because he’d liked the man. Wilburn had loved his tales, big ones that usually ended in bloodshed as well as loss of life for a great many people. But that night the two of them seemed to be talking about riches that didn’t line their pockets, but ones that would be a sight that they’d remember long after they were dead. However the hell that was supposed to have happened. Dead was dead; you didn’t see riches or have much use for them. He thought them both nuts.
“You should see them, Bill. A sight to behold. Just look at them sparkle, and they didn’t even have those fancy cameras like they do now.” Wilburn had looked over his grandda’s shoulder at the five pieces of jewelry that someone had taken a picture of. There was no sparkle to them. No color to say what the jewels were. Nothing that made them look any different than the shit his mom wore when she dressed up to go out. “Jewels like you’ve never seen on each of them, and the workmanship is the best there is. Even now.”
Wilburn had picked up the pictures and still saw nothing that extraordinary, just a few pieces of what looked to him like cheap pretties that he’d given away to get himself laid. When his grandda marveled at their beauty, Wilburn asked him what he was talking about.
“Don’t you see it, boy?” He shook his head and laid the picture down. Grandda had laughed and turned to the man. “I guess he ain’t as pure of heart as I’d hoped he’d be. Not a bit of magic to be found in him either, I’m guessing. Bad genes, I guess.”
“What do you mean, pure of heart? If you’re saying that I’ve not been fucking around, then you’d be wrong.” The slap to his face had him reaching for his gun. Even back then Wilburn would settle any and all arguments with a bullet rather than waste his time on showing them that he was right, even if he wasn’t. “Don’t you dare hit me again.”
The second time he’d been hit, Wilburn felt his back hit the wall before he lost consciousness. His grandda was a large man with even bigger fists. When Wilburn woke, he looked at his grandda as he sat staring at him with his own gun on his lap.
“You ready to listen to me, or do I have to show you what having
“Sir, we—” He shot the man that spoke who was standing next to Quincy. Wilburn had wanted to make a point, but now he was just glad that he had their full attention.
“Now. Here is what is going to happen, now that you understand that I want answers and not excuses. You’re going to find my jewelry so that I can take care of this dragon. Do you have any idea what kind of damage this monster can do to this world should he be allowed to rise up? How many of our followers he’ll kill so that he can breed more of his kind? To take over the world?” No one moved, and he shot a third man in as many minutes. “Get out there and find my jewelry.”
When they left him, he called Quincy back. The man looked ready to wet himself, he was so terrified. “Clean your mess up. Now.” The younger man looked at the dead bodies and then nodded at him. “And when I return, there had better not be a single drop of blood on anything in this room. Do you understand me?”
Wilburn left the little offices and made his way to the larger, more appointed one in the back of his home. If these fuckers knew what he wanted the pieces for, not only would they stop trying to find them, but they might even beg him to kill them over it. The jewelry was nothing compared to what it would give him to have them all together. And once that happened, he’d be ruler. Not just of the men in his sect, but of all mankind. The dragon that would come forth would answer only to him.
When he’d been about seventeen, he’d heard his grandda talking to some idiot that worked for him. The man was a shifter, he knew that, but what he was Wilburn had no idea. Nor did he really care. His grandda had befriended the man, not for gain as Wilburn might have done, but because he’d liked the man. Wilburn had loved his tales, big ones that usually ended in bloodshed as well as loss of life for a great many people. But that night the two of them seemed to be talking about riches that didn’t line their pockets, but ones that would be a sight that they’d remember long after they were dead. However the hell that was supposed to have happened. Dead was dead; you didn’t see riches or have much use for them. He thought them both nuts.
“You should see them, Bill. A sight to behold. Just look at them sparkle, and they didn’t even have those fancy cameras like they do now.” Wilburn had looked over his grandda’s shoulder at the five pieces of jewelry that someone had taken a picture of. There was no sparkle to them. No color to say what the jewels were. Nothing that made them look any different than the shit his mom wore when she dressed up to go out. “Jewels like you’ve never seen on each of them, and the workmanship is the best there is. Even now.”
Wilburn had picked up the pictures and still saw nothing that extraordinary, just a few pieces of what looked to him like cheap pretties that he’d given away to get himself laid. When his grandda marveled at their beauty, Wilburn asked him what he was talking about.
“Don’t you see it, boy?” He shook his head and laid the picture down. Grandda had laughed and turned to the man. “I guess he ain’t as pure of heart as I’d hoped he’d be. Not a bit of magic to be found in him either, I’m guessing. Bad genes, I guess.”
“What do you mean, pure of heart? If you’re saying that I’ve not been fucking around, then you’d be wrong.” The slap to his face had him reaching for his gun. Even back then Wilburn would settle any and all arguments with a bullet rather than waste his time on showing them that he was right, even if he wasn’t. “Don’t you dare hit me again.”
The second time he’d been hit, Wilburn felt his back hit the wall before he lost consciousness. His grandda was a large man with even bigger fists. When Wilburn woke, he looked at his grandda as he sat staring at him with his own gun on his lap.
“You ready to listen to me, or do I have to show you what having
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