The Life: Sacrifice (The Life 3)

“Did you not approach my client and offer him something in return for doing your bidding? Illegal as it was?”

“Did you not use your position of authority to harass and abuse him to get something you wanted? In short, did you not threaten his future livelihood if he didn’t do as you said? Had Lance been Lisa, what would we be looking at here?” Yup, Pop sure knows how to pick ‘em. There are too many holes in his theory to count, but his delivery had even the commissioner falling for his shit.

But then Dempsey made the colossal mistake of trying to save his job and his pension and pretty much ended his own life. “What are you talking about, you smarmy son of a bitch? You’d take the word of this lowlife scum? Who says any of that happened? I met with him, yes, but that was only to talk to him about the program and our plans going forward.”

“Are you saying he’s a liar?” Now you’d think that because this guy was after Pop that he would’ve done his homework, so he would know that those words, said in that tone, meant trouble, but nope, either he was too far gone or too dumb to notice, so he went ahead and planted both feet in his damn mouth.

“Of course, he’s lying.”

“What if I say I believe him?” Even the commissioner was trying to cut Dempsey off at this point, but the guy was literally hot around the collar and missed all the cues. Levi started putting his shit away, and I braced myself for whatever the hell was about to jump off.

“Dempsey, settle down. I told you you should’ve brought your rep, that this was going to happen. My hands are tied this time. You went too far, going after the kid like that. It was a bad move all around.” The commissioner was on diffusion duty.

“I’m saying it never happened, none of it.” He blustered, and the commissioner actually looked at Pop as if begging him to believe his guy over Lance. Something I knew was not possible in any universe and which he quickly learned when Pop gave him his patented ‘you fuck’ glare.

“It’s over, Demps; let’s just get out of this thing as clean and with as much dignity as we can.”

“You’d take the words of this nig….”

Pop reached him seconds before I did, even though I was closer.

The damn room became riotous, with pure pandemonium. Levi pulled Lance back out of the way against the wall, I ended up trying to get Pop’s hands from around this prick’s neck, and the commissioner was ordering his men who heard the ruckus and came running to vacate the room.

“Come on, Pop, let him go. Not here; look at Lance; he’s scared.” Fuck he was, but I knew that would get through to Pop, who looked over at the wall where Levi was busy looking at his phone while holding Lance in place next to him with a hand on his chest. Pop released his hold on Dempsey, which gave me the perfect opportunity to put my fist through his face. The sound of bone and teeth cracking was glorious.

“I’m gonna let you live because my Pop won’t,” I whispered the words over his bleeding stump before walking away. Pop’s always spouting off about the right time and place, but he went after someone in a police station, in the commissioner’s office of all places. Oh well, he did promise to show us our power.

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t just want him fired. I want him brought up on charges. Levi, start a lawsuit. Boys, let’s go home.” We left ignoring the commissioner who called out to Pop, who’d gone ice and almost walked into Uncle Marvin. “Unc? What’re you doing here?”

“Your father asked me not to come, but….”

He was dressed in his collar with that stoic look on his face. “Lance, are you okay?”

“Yeah, Dad, what’re you doing here?”

“Draco? Did you stick to our agreement? You look a bit ruffled.” Pop walked over and whispered something in his ear, which changed his whole demeanor. “Ah, I see. You boys come with me.”

Lance and I followed him, leaving Pop with Levi. We’re either about to get a lecture, which, I don’t know why because we didn’t do anything, or he’s going to take us out for ice cream like we’re ten years old and try to erase the ugliness of the last half hour. At least I hadn’t thought of her in all that time, so there is that.

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DRACO

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It took me a good ten minutes after leaving that place to talk. Levi had already gone back to his dungeon to start carrying out my orders, and I had Tommy drive me around a bit before going home. I’d sent the boys off with Marvin because I’m not equipped to handle this particular situation. I’m not a person of color, so I don’t know the first thing about how that skeezy shit feels, to be called out of your name like that, but I know my Lancelot could not have felt anything but gutted by that ugly ass word.