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Richard stands, faces his son. “I spent all your money, you have none. You’re blind to it all, Donald. I’ve been taking money from this man for quite some time, and now this business is his.”
“No, this is mine.”
Richard shakes his head at his son, he looks past him and I can’t believe what I see, he runs. Not caring about his son, leaving him behind.
“Donald, I wouldn’t look if I was you.” I raise the gun and in the second it takes to reach for the handle to make a run for it, my gun is raised and I pull the trigger. Richard falls, smashes into the door before sliding to the floor leaving a trail of blood behind him.
“Papa.” Donald gets up and runs to his father, he drops next to him and pulls him into his lap. I watch as Richard takes his last few breaths, whispers something to Donald and dies. I holster my gun and smile while Donald cries.
This is part of who I am. I didn’t come here to kill him though, I knew the possibility was there, and I don’t care anyway. Taking a life doesn’t affect me as much as it would someone else, I was molded to know and understand who and when to take one. It’s as easy to me now as breathing.
That probably isn’t a good thing.
Unless you’re me and forced to be this way.
“Donald, I have a business opportunity for you.” He looks up, his face is red and blotchy.
“I don’t want anything from you bastards,” he screams.
“Think carefully, Donald. I gave your father fair warning. Gave him time. He deceived me. You know who we are. Think about this carefully.” I walk to him, squat, so I’m at eye-level with Donald. “You can stay here, run this business, and I will take eighty percent of all earnings.” I stand, walking out, not waiting for an answer.
My men follow me out to the waiting car. Gabe climbs in after me. Carter takes the passenger seat while Ace drives. My other men follow closely behind.
“Any news on the autopsies?” I ask.
“He’s working late tomorrow to do it for us.”
“Good.” I look out the window. “Tell me, is there anything else?”
“Isadora took Gunner his money tonight.” Carter says.
That surprises me. I turn to Carter. “Who told you?”
He smirks. “I’ve been tracking Benny’s car. Benny was at the club and Isadora drove it.”
“Why are we tracking Benny?” I ask.
I don’t run the club, having no fingers in that pie. This is all on Carter.
“I have trust issues,” Gabe mumbles making Carter smile.
“We know,” we all reply in unison.
Gabe doesn’t like anyone, and trusts no one. It’s hard for him to fully trust us at times, but he has to, or at the very least, me. And he does fine in that area. He obeys, and is loyal to a fault.
“Are you going to see why she went?” Gabe asks after we’re all silent.
“No.”
He looks at me.
“Okay.” And I know what he’s thinking. Gabe isn’t one to question, he simply follows. But I know him well. He’s wondering what’s so special about her.
The only problem is, I want to know the same damn thing.
I don’t want to kill her.
Yet.
And that’s a first for me.
12
Isadora
“He mentioned you as well. How could he know?” I ask my uncle as I pace at the front of the car he’s currently working on. He slides out, I stop, he shakes his head, and slides back under.
“You know what you have to do.”
“No. He isn’t my target. I’m not out to kill everyone, uncle. I’m not an out and out fucking murderer.”
He laughs from under the car and it echoes. “You are, though. When will you realize that? You’re doing what you’re best at, seduction and vengeance, on those deserving bastards.”
“No. I will not do it. He hasn’t said anything yet, and maybe he won’t.”
“I thought I’d taught you better than this?” He slides out and stares at me, he has similar green eyes as me which are the same as my mother’s. It’s hard sometimes looking at him and seeing my mother staring back at me. I love my uncle, even if his thirst for vengeance is stronger than mine, but I am the one who has to carry out the plan that he implanted into me at a young age.
“I don’t trust men.” It’s a blanket statement, but it has so much truth behind it. “But as I said, I will not go around murdering those that I haven’t dreamed about ending, since my mother and father’s lives were cut tragically short by those lowlifes.”
“That’s a shame. I mean, for all your hard work to go to waste.”
I smile at him. “I’m starting to think you aren’t the best influence that I thought you were, uncle.” I turn walking out.
