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“No Christian, I allowed her to leave your protection. It’s something you need to do more often. You don’t give my daughter enough credit, and it’s exactly what is driving her away from you. I know I owe you my word, but if she comes to me and says she is done with you, then a father’s hands are tied. If you want to continue your relationship with Quinn, you are going to have to loosen the restraints a little. She’s plenty protected, and if things are as bad as you are implying here, then I might need to be more concerned about what you are doing to control the situation.” The Don barks back.
He’s right. Harvey’s words echo in my mind. We need to get things under control and fast before it escalates, and we are. We are taking out the trash tonight. What was going to be a slap on the wrist, just a warning to the Sparrows and others who have dared to denounce Arkham in their whispers, is going to be more than that. Dinner is no longer a warning. It’s my first strike against those who dared to challenge me. I’m planning a blood bath. I’ll make the city fall to its knees, the way the Don father said. The city is about to fall and the tides of change are coming. My time is now. The war is only just getting started.
“You always do this. Don’t make this about me. I have everything under control. I have the city under control. This is about you and what you did. You are driving a wedge between me and Quinn by allowing her to sneak around behind my back in order to do what exactly, because according to her, she can’t tell me.” I am close to losing control.
“Unfortunately, Christian, if she says she can’t tell you, then I am not sure I should be the one who does. It might only upset you more.” He replies.
I sit down, running my hands through my hair and taking a deep breath. “Look Don Father, there’s nothing you can say that is going to make me any angrier than I already am. Tell me what she’s doing so I can be on my way. I have a near murder dinner arrangement that just turned murderous. I’m sure you understand why I might be in a touch more of a hurry than I was earlier this evening to attend.”
“Tell me, Christian, what is this murder dinner you speak of?” The Don booms, suddenly interested in what I had to say.
“You asked me to start a war, sir. I’ve uncovered traitors poisoning our constituents’ ears with lies and falsehoods, and I plan to take out their leader. I must teach them a lesson.”
“Who will you put in charge in his place?” He asks.
“I can put whoever you would like me to in charge, sir.” I reply, annoyed with the way he dips his fingers into my honeypot.
“No matter, this is your war, Christian. It’s your turn to climb to power one last time. You can make the selection.”
The Don’s response surprises me. I’ll have to think about the promotion. It’s not something I considered since I didn’t originally plan to murder the man leading the Sparrows. It’s better this way. Imagine how lucky I was to find the den of the snake in the birdcage so quickly. It’s time to roll some mother fucking heads tonight.
“Keep your eyes on Quinn. I will deal with her when she returns. If anything goes wrong or they encounter any trouble, I want to know about it immediately,” I say, standing to leave.
The Don Father nods, “You have my word, Christian. Everything will be fine. Now go start that war with a terrifying battle call.”
“You have my word, Don Father. I will.”
THE END…
His War
Preview
In times of treason war is imminent. Innocent lives will be lost in the cross fires of restoring order. War is destructive; it brings both victory and failure. In the walls of Arkham failure is never an option. Arkham will reign victorious, viva le châtiment. Vive le roi! Vive le Arkham Mafia!
Thetimehascometo set the stage for war. Murdering the leader of the Sparrows is my first battle cry. I will show the members of the birdcage what happens when you betray Arkham, but most importantly I will show them the vengeance I will serve to those who dare to defy me. I may not be the Don of the Arkham mafia yet, but mark my words that day is coming.
I take a deep breath, smooth out my suit and motion for Clay to open the door for me. Inside we walk briskly to the private dining room where Harvey has assured me our guests are waiting. Clay enters the room before me and I wait in the doorway for Harvey to appear.
“It took you long enough,” he hisses at me annoyed that he was tasked with babysitting.
“I was meeting with the Don,” I whisper through gritted teeth, equally annoyed by his insubordination.
Harvey’s face falls in concern. “Is everything okay, Christian?”
“It is for now, but there’s been a change in plans.”
“What’s the new plan?” Harvey asks, looking disappointed.
“You have it all wrong Harvey. There’s no need for disappointment. We will still be needing your excellent drink making skills, our dear friend the Sparrow, just won’t be walking out of the club tonight.” I stifle a low chuckle.
Harvey has a dubious smirk plastered on his face. “What are we going to do with him instead, Christian?” He asks.
“Our friend will be swimming with the fishes. I’ve already called in a favor from Le Requin and his club. They have guaranteed not just their silence, but their help if any of his remains wash up on their shores.” Harvey claps me on the back.
“Way to go kid. I think you’ve finally turned it off. Are you ready for this?” He nods his head toward the door.
On the other side of the door is my first kill, my first trophy of the war. “Hey Harvey,” I say looking him dead in the eye. “What should we take as a trophy and who do we promote to take his place?”
