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Return To The City Of Blood And Mayhem: Part Two
~NEO~
“You fucking ratted me out?!”The fear alone that gripped the lines of this man’s expression was priceless. “Are you fucking mad?! You swore under oath to fucking keep my name off your fucking lips!”
“Oaths mean shit when I’m dead,” the man in a blue suit declared. He sat in a gold velvet chair, one leg crossed over the other while he worked on his cigar with his eyes closed. “Did you really believe I’d go against my loyalty to the Forbidden because your nuts are in a knot thanks to your wife being killed in the crossfire?”
“They fucking murdered my entire family!” the man seethed. “Not just my wife! My whole fucking legacy. My son! My daughter! My grandparents, uncles, aunties. Anyone baring my damn fucking last name was just wiped off the face of the earth!”
“And why is that?” the man decided to ask the prime question of the evening while his two guards stood at attention in their solid black suits with guns in hand just in case this freak show lost his cool. “Did you believe I wouldn’t do my research when you slipped into my nightclub and offered me fifty billion from your boss to encourage me to switch sides?”
“You took the money!” the man snarled.
“I accepted your offering to hear what you had to say. It was your foolish mistake in thinking that my acceptance meant my cooperation in your stupid plans to ditch your club’s alliance with the Forbidden.”
“That’s fucking unfair!” he screamed.
“Just like how life is unfair,” he calmly retorted as he had another go at his cigar and let the European aroma stream through the air in a puff of smoke. “Why don’t you enlighten me? What suddenly made you decide that the alliance you carried with the Forbidden was now invalid? No offense to your club, but you’re rather tiny for them to give a shit about you once a deal is done.”
“Your club ain’t any different,” he snapped back.
“Yet, here you are, upset that I threw you under the bus when you offered me free money to listen to your idea of taking your club’s side of the coin rather than remaining where I’m rather comfortable, safe, and well-fed in the realms of money,” he reasoned as he uncrossed his legs, only to cross them the other way.
Further leaning into his chair, he let out a long sigh.
“Your club was sinking into heaps of debt. Surprisingly enough, your wife was the one who ran the club. She’d juggle the finances to make sure you guys were always even or had some sort of profit to raise your family. The club was your dream, and she was pushing herself to the brink to please what you thought would be so easy to manage. While she did everything behind the scenes, all you did was drink, smoke, and gamble with the sexy ladies. Let me ask you, how many girls did you fuck every week?”
The man was shaking in fuming anger, but he held his tongue -smart move.
"Such a lifestyle couldn’t run like this forever. Your children’s studies were suffering because their parents were never around. Your son was misbehaving in school to get any form of attention he could, and your daughter was getting bullied as if she were an orphan on the streets. You didn’t care about all of that, now did you? Nah. You were focused on your happiness and yours alone. So when you enjoyed another night of gambling, you got cocky and gambled your club away. Your failure not only took your club from your grasp, but also your wife. You were given twenty-four hours to bring double the club’s worth to the new owner or you’d lose everything. Wasn’t that when you went and begged for Dimitris Moore’s assistance?”
The man couldn’t say anything, and it made the leader chuckle. “This was when the Forbidden first arrived in NYC, was it not? When they were being generous and didn’t mind helping anyone under the sun if it meant you were loyal in return? They didn’t ask for anything else. Simply loyalty. You agreed, signed the contract with the print of your blood, and took the money to claim your life back. All was well, was it not?”
All he could do was bow his head in agreement.
“Then what happened, Emmanuel?” he revealed the man’s name as his eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to tell me that the Forbidden should have spent the time watching over you so you wouldn’t fall into those same deadly habits that led you straight into the pit of misfortune? You were so distraught that you convinced yourself that the Forbidden was at fault for your family’s downfall when you once again lost a gamble which landed you at the mercy of your new boss.”
“That…” He couldn’t find an excuse to combat what was being revealed and acknowledged, leaving the man to shake his head.
“Why don’t I remind you?” he began. “Your wife was sold into a sex trafficking ring and died disobeying her new master, who shot her brains out. Your son got into another fight at school but with your boss’s son, who jumped him on his way home and beat him with a gang of friends to the point that his body was unrecognizable. As for your daughter, no one needed to do anything. She fell into despair after her mother’s disappearance and brother’s death and jumped off a bridge and killed herself. Your aunts and uncles rushed to escape the city, thinking the family was now cursed, but died in a car accident. In a matter of days, your whole family fell into the pits of hell, all because of you.”
Emmanuel couldn’t say a single thing as he stood there trembling.
“You assumed the Forbidden were coming after you, so what better way to get some sort of payback than by trying to switch sides? You’re not so stupid that you’d do it alone, so you wanted to bring someone down with you. The money you stole is actually from your boss’s valuable safe and you hoped to be in an alliance with me to back you up, correct?”
Emmanuel fell to his knees as he struggled to speak.
“H-How did-”
“I do my research, Emmanuel,” he stressed. “Now, it’s best if you run as fast as you can to bed that boss of yours. I’m sure he’s in one of those suites fucking a few girls. I’m not sure if he knows you stole his life savings, but that’s a gamble you’re willing to take to be protected from the Forbidden’s wrath, right?”
“You’re not trying to say…” he trailed off.
“What?” he pressed. “You thought they were dead in whatever explosion occurred out West? You can’t be that stupid, Emmanuel. You should know people will say anything to test our loyalty. Sucks though. It seems you fell right into the trap. A real shame.”
Emmanuel now pressed his hands together in a pleading gesture.
