“Boss, you need us to call in the others?”
“Nah, I can fuck with him on my own.”
“You heard what I said right? His place is probably crawling with cops and reporters.”
“The fuck that got to do with me?” They shook their heads and kept it moving.
I know how these humps in their five thousand dollar suits work. They hire others to do everything but wipe their fat asses. Me, I like getting my hands dirty.
Never ask someone to do something you’re afraid of doing yourself. That’s a sure way to give power to that person. You want complete power; you show your soldiers what the fuck you’re capable of. No fear!
My mind kept going back to her already wondering what she was doing. I didn’t like the tender feelings I had towards her, but there didn’t seem to be any help for it, no escaping what is.
I gritted my teeth and looked out the window at the old stomping ground to clear my head. It didn’t escape my notice that as soon as she came into my head my greedy ass cock perked right the fuck up like he hadn’t already fucked her six ways from Sunday.
We pulled up and through the gates of the mansion the asshole lived in. The place was an eyesore. Nothing but pretentious marble statues and fountains all over the fuck, what the fuck was it a museum? Probably compensating for a small dick. Most megalomaniacs were known for doing that shit.
I can’t see her here in this overdone monstrosity. Again she infiltrated my thoughts as I tried to imagine her childhood. The fact that I was thinking about her on an Op pissed me the fuck off, which was perfect because I needed to be at my best when I face down this fuck.
I barely paid attention to the security guard that made my guys roll down the window and asked for ID. “He’s expecting me. Tell him it’s Damien Rossetti.” I smirked when I said that shit. This kind of shit tickles me. Nothing I like more than scalping a motherfucker in his own backyard.
He called someone and was soon ushering us in. I checked my glock, but knew I wouldn’t be needing it, not this time anyway. My guys were right, there were cops like fucking roaches all over the place.
Some jackass in a fifty-dollar suit showed me into the room where Preston Aldridge the fourth was waiting. What kind of pussy ass name is that anyway? It fit.
The soft motherfucker sitting there must have a shitload of backup if he thought he could fuck with me. I hope he wasn’t just relying on his money to defeat me. I could buy his ass and still have enough left over to buy a couple third world countries. But he wouldn’t know that.
He ushered everyone out of the room as I walked in. “You son of a bi…” He started to get out of his chair.
“I wouldn’t say such things about my mother if I were you. You’re not always going to be surrounded by cops.” I smirked at his milquetoast ass as I took his measure.
“Where’s my daughter?”
“Safe, like I told you when I called…for now. But how long she stays that way is entirely up to you.”
“Let me talk to her, I need to know she’s okay.”
“No. Now about those mineral rights you stole from my father.”
He looked around the room and sat back in his desk chair. “Look that wasn’t personal…”
“This is. I want them back by eight tomorrow morning or I’ll start sending her to you in pieces.” I felt off just saying that shit and hoped it didn’t show on my face.
“Do you know who I am you little punk? I can call any one of those men in here right now and have you taken out and they’ll never find the body.”
This fucker watched one too many movies. My boys shifted behind me but I held up a hand to calm them. “I’m glad you said that.” I pulled my phone and started to make a call.
“Who’re you calling?” He came halfway out of his seat.
“The man who’s gonna put a bullet in your daughter’s head.” His face lost all its color and he flew out of his chair.
“Al, go ahead…”
“No wait you sick bastard, I’ll give you anything you want just please don’t hurt her.” Too late for that shit, but whatever!
“That’s better. Al, take a chill.”
“What, what does that mean, take a chill?” Now his eyes were moving from my guys and back to me like a cornered rat.
“Eight in the A.M don’t forget. I have to go now, your daughter’s waiting for me. You know, there’s a lot that can happen between now and then, and seeing as how she’s so sweet, I’m sure she can hold my interest…”