Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“No. I’m not carrying them with me. I’m taking you out with me, that’s my security. Unless your men want to kill you. True, it’s a risk, but one I’m willing to take.”
“And the files? Expecting me to mail them to you?”
“No. I already have those. I told you, they’re being decrypted as we speak.”
He snorted. “Impossible. No one from the outside can get into my system.”
“I know.”
“None of my people would dare betray me.”
“Maybe they would, maybe not. It’s irrelevant. You brought it into the house. You gave me access.”
His bushy brows converged. “I did no such thing.”
“I didn’t want you to blame any of your staff. So I sent you a package tonight. One you had to sign for. One you did sign for and then you brought inside the ever protected walls of your house.”
He pulled the trigger and nothing happened. John tsked.
“While you’re right and the gun is loaded, that doesn’t much make a difference when the firing pin has been removed.” He stood. “I really want to shoot you.”
“Your woman is dead. My men have gone on her property and killed her. Probably raped her then killed her. They do like black women, too, they will fuck anything with a pussy.”
Rage surged and he struggled to hold it back. I’m trusting that she and Davis are fine. “So that’s why they all touch your wife and daughters when you’re not home. Sometimes even when you are.”
His skin flushed. Wasyl growled low in his throat and shot to his feet. John shook his head and held the pistol on him.
“Let’s not do anything foolish. Then again, rush me so I can shoot you. May not be the kill shot I want so bad but it will be something.”
“You won’t get away with this. My lawyers will have me out in no time.”
“Keep telling yourself that. It won’t work in your favor.” Even as he said it, he wasn’t sure.
“Your family will pay for this. I will have them hunted down and killed. Slowly.”
“That’s what I needed to hear, thank you.” He approached the desk and reached behind the pile of books there to pick up his recorder. “Not only did you threaten one cop who you’ve admitted you put a hit on, but his brother who is also one, and the rest of my family.” He leaned closer. “I do hope there’s something on your files that connects you with any terrorist faction. Because I think you and Gitmo would make a lovely combination. None of your connections, none of your backup. Just you and a bunch of other scum sucking bastards.”
“You think you’re clever. Just wait.”
John tossed him some cuffs. “Put them on.” Once he was secure, he walked to his side of the desk. “You ever threaten my family again and I’ll make good on what I promised before,” he whispered in his ear. “Every. Single. One.”
The door opened and in stepped Davis’ contact at the FBI. “You okay in here, Officer?”
“We’re ready to leave. House secure?”
“It is.”
“Time for us to get moving, Wasyl. So, now that you’re officially under arrest, let me read you your rights.”
John continued with that, ignoring the increasing anger on Wasyl’s face.
“This will never stick,” he swore. “And I will find you.”
He walked up behind the man, gripped his arm in a punishing hold. “I ever see your face again or one that belongs to you and not even the Devil himself will be able to stop the hell I will unleash from raining down on you. The men you sent to kill her are either going to die or jail. We all know which option I’m hoping for. Don’t test me.”
They walked out of his study and passed his family and staff, all of whom were also in cuffs. Even his wife. John made him walk slow so every single one of them could take a good look at him. The loss of respect couldn’t be ignored from those observing the parade through the opulent mansion.
John climbed in the backseat with him, unwilling to give him any chance of figuring out a way to get free. The ride to the station was done in silence. Same as before he marched him slowly through the gathered crowd of reporters. He didn’t cover his head, left it visible. As he continued into his precinct, he was met with a wall of cheers and congratulations from the men and women he knew. Even so, as he constantly moved the prisoner, the FBI spread out and picked up the ones whose names had been on his payroll.
I seriously owe Terri something for all she got me. Opening a single cell, he pushed the man in and freed his hands. “We’ll be back to get you processed soon.” He went to the door. “Want me to leave you another pair of shoelaces? Make everything easier on all.”