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CHAPTER 2
Dozer Justice
“What are you doing in my office?”
The fat fucker behind the fancy desk changed his tune when he saw his worst nightmare walk in and close the door. “I have money. Whatever you want. Take any car on the lot and it’s yours.”
Dozer’s neutral expression never altered, not giving away his distaste for cowering. Cowering was for cowards and, well, cowards took the easy way out and would give up their own dear mother’s secrets if it kept them alive. Especially a used car salesman. Thieves, every last one of them.
Technically, from there on out, Dozer wouldn’t be able to believe a word out of the man’s mouth. It was a good thing he could read people better when they didn’t talk. That was why his brothers sent him there today. To dispose of the trash, so to say. Or at least to decide if the trash needed to be disposed of or recycled. But that decision wasn’t really his to make. It was the asshat’s, shitting his pants in front of him.
If it were up to Dozer, the man would be locked behind bars for the rest of his days. Taking his time, he pulled several damning photographs from an envelope he’d had in the inside pocket of his cut and laid them out on the desk in front of the now sweating man.
When he got to the last picture, the pitiful excuse for a man was sobbing, with snot running from his nose. He was scared spitless and he should be.
“You only get one chance. For once in your life, be a man your kids can be proud of. Who is your supplier?”
This only caused the douche to sob louder, the realization of his fate now evident. “I don’t know. I have a number. I call when I want…”
“A young, innocent girl to defile and take away her innocence, changing her life forever.” Dozer spelled out the cold hard facts of the man’s transgressions.
The asshat only nodded and sobbed louder. The pathetic excuse for a man was getting on Dozer’s last nerve, plus he was lying. “You can make this easy or hard on your wife and kids. I can make sure copies of these pictures are delivered to your wife along with the police. Or… she never has to see them. It’s your choice. All I need is a name.”
Slowly he shook his head while tears streamed down his fat cheeks. “It doesn’t matter. I’m dead either way.”
That was a true statement. Dozer shrugged indifferently. “Then give me the name.”
His tears dried up as he accepted the fate dealt by his own disgusting predilections. “I honestly don’t know his name. I call a number and ask for what I want. I make a payment, and I get the delivery. I’ve never even seen anyone associated with the…company. All I have is the number. The delivery is left for me in a warehouse down by the North Street docks.”
There was a bit of truth in his statement, but he knew more. “How did you get this number?”
Asshat’s shoulders slumped even more. “A few years back, I was at a party. The entertainment was…similar. The host gave me the number.”
Again, Dozer believed him. “And the host was?”
He wiped sweat from his forehead and dropped his head. “Senator Marshall Callum.”
Damn, that was the best news he’d heard all day, all week—hell, maybe even all year, but he carefully masked his elation. “And you’d be willing to sign an affidavit to that effect saying that Marshall Callum was instrumental in providing underage girls to you to rough up and fuck?”
He nodded, but Dozer needed more than that. He needed confirmation that the intel Spidey, the best hacker in the world, had dug up was, in fact, accurate. “Words, man. I need the words.”
Asshat blew out a sigh, almost as if he were relieved of his sins. “Yes, Senator Callum gave me the number. I’ve been to other parties he’s thrown also. He has them often.”
Bingo. His work there was done. Without a word, or a look back, Dozer left, closing the door behind him. As he navigated through the showroom to the double glass doors of the exit, he heard the unmistakable sound of a single gunshot.
With a smile, he pulled his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on as he made his way to his bike. “Did you get it?”
From his earpiece he heard, “We did. Great job, man. Spidey erased the security footage too. It’s like you were never there.”
There was nothing better in the whole fucking world than shaking down a scumbag and getting intel to take out a top player. Senator Marshall Callum didn’t know it yet, but his days of freedom were numbered as well.
Eventually they’d get to the root of the problem and chop the whole damn forest down. They knew the Luciano family was ultimately behind the underground human trafficking business. They’d been on Dozer’s radar for years with little to no evidence to actually take them down.
Child molesters like the pervert who just took his life rather than face the consequences of his own sick and twisted addictions were the scum of the earth. The people that fed that addiction were sick fucks and deserved all that was coming their way.
Young children from around the world were either stolen or sold by their parents into the underground world thinking they were being given an opportunity for a better life in America.
That’s not what happens. Instead they were kept drugged and fucked-up perverted men used and abused their tiny bodies because it got them off.
