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“Not quite, my hands are in a lot of pots. The fucking and killing is correct; I will win the presidency, there’s no doubt in my mind about that. As far as the children go, it’s a simple business deal. I was asked to help with the shipment. I wasn’t the buyer, but because I oversaw it, and because there was no shipment to transfer, I now have to pay the price.” He takes a puff of the rancid smelling cigar.
“I don’t give a shit what you owe. I’ll ask again, where is the baby?”?
“He’s safe, for now.” He hits the cigar again.?
“That’s not an answer. I want to return him to his parents before this starts a war, I’m not sure you can handle.” I smirk.?
“I’ll hand him over to you, but you have to do something for me.” He raises his brow. Of course, there’s always a price to pay to get anything from this fucking man.
“What is it?” I growl. Seriously losing my patience.?
“It’s not like you are going to do anything.”
“Lose your patience, sissy Mary.”
“Show him The Carver.”
“I need you to kill the President of the Devil’s Incarnate on Christmas Day and make it look gang related.” He smirks. He’s got to be fucking kidding me.?
“You want me to start a club war? Why?”?
“The why doesn’t matter. A life for a life. You get this job done and I’ll return the kid the minute John takes his last breath,” he says, putting the cigar out in his ashtray. At least it’s not me he’s using this time. This is what he wants? He wants me to kill Jade’s dad. A life for a life. Fucking hell.?
“Deal.”?
And just like that, a deal with the devil is made.?
31
Flour & Spatulas
-Dario-
Fucking Jameson being a creeper while I busted a nut pissed me all the way off. It doesn’t surprise me that there is a god damn camera in Jade’s bedroom. He knows nothing about fucking privacy. I should not have jerked my cock on her bed. I shouldn’t even be here, but from what Jameson told me, both Spade and Jade are going to need some support, and if I can’t help emotionally, at least I can make sure they are fed.?
I’m standing in Jade’s kitchen, preparing to mix the ingredients for homemade pancakes with bacon, sausage, and fresh fruit when Atticus growls at the front door. I slip into the secret closet and retrieve a knife from the wall. Holding it behind my back, I saunter to the door; Atticus is standing next to me, hair standing up. I pat him on his head and whisper, “Good boy.” The doorknob jiggles, and I swing it open grabbing the person and slamming them against the concrete wall of the house, placing the knife to their throat. They swing at me, but Atticus squeezes between my legs, growling, and snaps at the person’s nuts. Everything happened so fast that I didn’t realize it was Monty hiding under the black hoodie at first.?
“Easy man, I’m not trying to hurt you,” Monty stammers. I press the knife deeper into his throat. Why the fuck is he here? I swear to God there better not be something going on with this prick and Jade because I will lose my shit.?
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask through gritted teeth. He presses against the knife with a sinister smile on his face.
“I could ask you the same thing. Don’t you have a fiancée to be taking care of?” He states. This mother fucker wants to seriously die today.
“I’d advise you to keep your nose out of my business unless you want your jaw to be rearranged. Now answer the question before I paint the concrete with your blood.” I say, jaw tense.
“Fine, I’m here to drop off some Snow to little miss Cher—” He doesn’t get to finish that statement. I pull the knife back, hold it in my fist, and punch him in the face. He staggers along the house, falling to the ground. Atticus gets right in his face, showing his teeth. I grab Monty by his collar, raise his head off the ground, and smash my fist into his nose. His face whips to the side as he spits blood onto the pavement. The crunch of his nose sends a thrill into my veins. ?I need to set up a fight. I take a step back, patting Atticus’ butt. Unfortunately, I don’t know any of Jade’s commands, so I’m winging it. Atticus stands down, and I give him a pat on the head and motion my hand to the door. He takes the cue and returns to the house but stays in the threshold. I look over to Monty, who is scraping himself off the ground and wiping his bloody nose. His eyes meet mine.?
“You will pay for that, Roselli.” He threatens. I laugh in his face.?
“Whatever you say. But hear me now, if you come back here, or sell Jade any more Snow, you’ll be dead, and I’ll make damn sure nobody will ever be able to identify your body.” I grin sinisterly.
“I’m not scared of you or your little friends. If Jade calls, I come. She tastes so damn good.” He says, smiling while backing away. He knows what he’s doing.?
“For someone who isn’t afraid, you sure as shit are backing away like a little bitch. Jade wouldn’t waste her time with a runt like you.” I shrug, inching closer.?
“Na, that’s where you’re wrong.” He winks.?
Suddenly, a snowmobile comes into view. Jade climbs off and walks up the drive. She narrows her eyes at us.?
