Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Shaking his head at me, Uriel’s hand flashes out to land a blow across the back of Rodney’s poor skull. “Not you, this fuck got piss on my new shoes.”
I frown at Uriel’s shoes. Sure enough, they’re splattered with a liquid that’s not blood.
It’s a hazard of the job, I suppose. That’s why we all wear dark clothing. It hides the color of blood.
I chuckle. “Hardly noticeable, Uriel. Just make sure to change your socks and rinse your feet when you get home tonight.”
“I’m fucking burning them… Han is going to be pissed I’ve ruined his birthday gift to me. Or, well, this fucker did,” Uriel says before delivering another blow to the back of Rodney’s head.
Nathaniel smirks at Uriel. “I wouldn’t have worn my spouse’s gift to a job like this.”
“That’s because you aren’t married, asshole. You two bachelors don’t understand the eyes we get if we don’t wear and appreciate a gift,” Uriel says and reaches back to hit Rodney again but stops himself. “We almost done here?”
“Getting there,” I say.
He’s right, though, his husband Han is going to be highly pissed off. Those shoes are quite pricey.
Moving in front of Rodney, I slap his face a couple of times to get the fogginess out of his eyes.
“Do you have one of those smelling salts, Doc?” I ask.
Nodding his head, Nathaniel reaches into a black leather bag placed on the desk. Then he moves up beside me and snaps a little capsule under Rodney’s nose.
Head swiveling around to take us all in, Rodney whimpers quietly.
Even after snapping my fingers in his face, he refuses to look me in the eye. If I was a spineless little worm on a hook like he is, I wouldn’t blame him for being scared.
Unfortunately for him, I don’t have the time to deal with this shit.
Grabbing his chin in my hands, I force his face to look up at me, saying, “Pay attention. I will talk to you about what’s to come only once. Do you understand?”
His head nods, beads of foul-smelling sweat dripping down his face.
“Good,” I say and pull back until his pungent odor isn’t so strong. “We’re in charge now, this is our club. If your remaining hand ever thinks of straying into the till, dealing any drug besides pot, or forcing the girls into prostitution, you die. Do you understand me?”
Eyes wide, Rodney doesn’t blink. He just stares at me in horror.
Looking up to Uriel, I keep my grip firmly on Rodney’s chin. “If you wouldn’t mind putting the barrel of your gun against his temple… I feel it will help him fully understand my words.”
The gun barrel touches Rodney wet temple, and I’m forced to hold his chin tightly as he tries to jerk away from it.
My voice lowers into a guttural growl. “Don’t fucking move, swine. You would still have two hands to jerk off with if you hadn’t fucked about. I highly suggest you fuck around no further.”
Rodney nods his head very slowly, and I watch as fresh tears begin to streak down his cheeks.
I wonder if we did indeed cut off his jerking-off hand…
Not my problem to figure out, though.
“For the next month, you will monitor all of your employees. If any of them do not come in for their shift, you will call me immediately,” I say. “Do you understand?”
Again, he nods his head in agreement.
“Good.” I release his chin and take a large step back from him.
Finding a blank piece of paper on his desk, I write down the number to my latest burner phone. I don’t trust this fucker to have my personal number.
Grabbing a stapler, I walk back over to him and push the piece of paper against his chest. I press the stapler twice into him.
“Don’t lose that fucking number, Rodney,” I say and drop the stapler to the floor.
After nodding to both Uriel and Nathaniel, I motion to Rodney’s laptop and phone. “Bring them with us. We’ll see if there’s any other misdeeds we need to look into.”
Walking towards the door, I stop and look back to Rodney. “One more rule I forgot to mention but this one is very important for you to remember.”
Voice coming out in a weeping crackle, Rodney says, “Yeah?”
“It’s very simple. Don’t grow a set of balls now. Be a good little bitch and do as you’re told. Or I’ll personally see that you suffocate on your tiny dick,” I say then lift my hand to give him a little wave of goodbye.
Walking back the same way we came in, we stop and watch from the shadows to see if things have gone back to normal in the club.
It looks like it has, and that’s good.
Eden’s gone, though. And I wish I could see my little angel one more time.
Wish I could kiss those plump pink lips and feel her try to fight the attraction I know she feels.