Consumed by Truths (Truth or Lies 6)

Sullivan stands from his chair, suddenly more nervous by my presence. This is the type of club that doesn’t screen for weapons. They know the only way any high powered man would step into a club like this is with protection. Every man in here has a weapon. They have bodyguards lining the walls.

But there are only two men in this room who know how to wield a weapon—Felix and me. We are the only two men in the room who could not only start a war but finish it.

Felix is here to gain Mr. Sullivan’s loyalty. He won’t be starting a war.

But Sullivan has no idea why I’m here. And that scares him. It should because starting a war is the least of what I’ll do.

“We are just about to start the entertainment for tonight. You can have my seat here.” Sullivan leads me to his chair like I’m incapable of finding it by myself. And then snaps his fingers.

A woman wearing nothing but panties and six-inch heels struts in. “What can I get you to drink, honey?” she asks.

“Scotch,” I say, my blood already boiling.

But I keep my anger from showing.

The woman returns promptly with my drink as the “entertainment” starts. And by entertainment, I mean torture.

Two hours later, I’m sick. I literally feel like I’m going to vomit. The amount of women these men are buying does something to my insides. Acid is burning from the inside out.

My plan was to wait until the end, then do my damage. But I can’t wait any longer.

I pull out my cell phone and press the button that will bring the second man down tonight, and then I wait. It takes five fucking more minutes before I hear the sirens in the distance grow close.

Sullivan looks at me, and he immediately knows what I’ve done. He pays off the police chief to ignore what he does. Of course, the police chief just thinks he runs an illegal gambling ring for high rollers. He has no idea the criminal things that actually happen. Until now.

Sullivan thought he was safe from the police. But I have more money and power than he ever will. The police aren’t going to be able to get every man here. But if they capture one, it will be enough to ruin Sullivan’s reputation. It will be enough to take this club down.

I wait, knowing this place is about to erupt, and it will be the perfect time to make my move.

Seconds later, Sullivan loses his cool, knowing I just cost him everything.

He pulls out his gun, but I fire faster. I don’t kill him, that would be too easy for this bastard. But I hit him hard enough in the core to do serious damage to his liver.

Chaos erupts. Men start firing in every direction as they scramble to get out the secret exit at the back reserved for this exact situation. None of the men know who is the enemy or their ally. So they attack everyone as their foe.

I spot Felix trying to move through the crowd of men out the exit.

I follow, moving quickly toward my single mission. I press the gun to the base of his head.

“Leaving already? We haven’t even had a chance to talk privately yet,” I say.

He chuckles. “I don’t think this is the place to have a private conversation.”

“Really? With all the terrified women getting in the way and guns firing?”

“What do you want, Enzo?”

“I want you dead.”

He laughs. “You won’t kill me.”

I press the gun harder as I walk him out the back door and into an alleyway. There were too many stray bullets flying in the club. I don’t want to chance a stray bullet being what ends Felix’s life. I want to be the one to do it.

When we are alone, I hit him in the face as hard as I can with the end of the gun. Blood spews from his mouth.

“Was that really necessary?” he asks, spitting more blood.

“I don’t get to torture you slowly, as was my original plan. So I’m going to make you suffer as much as I can tonight.”