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“Open it.” I laugh, knowing how much of a pussy he is when it comes to reptiles. Goes to show that no matter how dangerous or big you are, everyone has a weakness.
He does, and then looks at me. “What the pissing hell is this?”
“Two tongues. One for each man that played a part in this.”
“Michael?”
“Knows to never betray his family again. Losing his was his penance.”
“He’s family…no?”
“Then he should know better. They all do now.”
“And the other?”
“Belonged to Phillip Mitchell. A low-level criminal that he…” I point at Alton “…paid to try and extort me. His idiocy cost him his life.”
“Thank you.” He tosses the box toward a still-crying Brittany who scrambles back with a shriek when they land a few feet from her leg. “When can we continue with the transaction? Will it be while I’m still here?”
“Give me three weeks to make some moves.”
“Done.” Casper extends a hand for me to shake. “I’ll be heading out, mate…I’m hungry and need to make another pit stop before heading home.”
“Of course, but before you go…” Javier lowers the hood from the two men and stands back while I pull out my gun and fire two shots. One in the neck and the other in the chest. The men fall to the ground and no one moves; all eyes are on me. “They weren’t very vigilant during their shifts and let people make illegal deals on my property. For that they paid the ultimate price.”
I still have one more rat to deal with…
“What’s fair is fair.” He turns to leave, but before he does, I speak again, halting him mid-step.
“There’s a simple request that I want witnesses for.”
“Of course, brother,” Casper says with a nod, turning back to fully face me.
With my eyes set on Alton’s, I walk over and pick up the last two photos in the bunch I gave him. It’s of my Twirl. In the first, she’s smiling wide while looking up at the sky with her eyes closed. However, the second is of her inside Mariah’s car where she fell asleep. The one my cousin sent me seconds after I walked out of their home so they could clean.
Her neck is red, fingerprint marks visible across her sensitive skin.
Skin that should only bear my marks. Only my teeth and fingertips marring her flesh as I enjoy her body.
He looks down at them and then back up to me. He’s catching on. My message is clear, but just in case, I crouch down to his level and meet his hard stare. “If you ever lay a finger on her again…” I grab his, the one with the dislocated knuckle, and hold it against the cold concrete. With the butt of my gun, I slam down on the bone. Four solid blows and there’s a crack; I’ll give him credit for holding his scream in. “Touch her— fuck with her—and I will dispose of you a small cut at a time. Filet your flesh and then feed it to your dear old father while you watch. It’ll be a slow death. Agonizing. One that I will take immense joy in, Foster.”
“I love my sister,” he chokes out as I slam the gun down once more. I don’t buy the concern.
He wants her under his thumb. To control. To use her as he pleases.
Over my dead body. “As of today, she’s mine. I’ll be taking her, moving her in with me as part of my payment.”
“My daughter is innocent…please don’t do this, Mr. Asher.”
“Save the fake concern, Marcus. You’re just upset I’m removing the cash cow from within your grasp.” Standing up, I take a few steps back, ignoring his shocked gasp, and right my clothes—wipe my hands on the wet towel Javier hands over. “It’s a done deal. Come near her…hurt her again…and what happened today will seem like a happy memory.” Flicking my eyes to my men, I give them a nod. “Get them up and out of here. Clean it, and then close shop. For today we are done, and I have somewhere to be.”
“Are you really letting us go?” Brittany asks, voice low.
“Because you’re a woman, I’ve been extremely nice to you. Don’t push it, Brittany…because a piece of shit like you doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.” With that I walk out with Casper, and after agreeing to meet sometime during the week, I get into my car. They can handle everything from here; I need to get home. Need my own reward.
16
“SHE’S UPSTAIRS SLEEPING,” Mariah says from her seat at the breakfast nook inside my kitchen. She brought her here at my request. To my house outside of the city. To rest. To relax so I could attend to her. “Poor thing is exhausted. Her neck and arms, Malcolm…fuck…tell me you broke theirs?”
