Page 87 of Disturbed Lucidity

Victor shouldn’t have done it, but that wasn’t my call to make, only my mess to clean up. He had to have known this would happen, eventually. Too bad for him that eventuality came sooner than he thought. They’d all feel it too before the night ended for them, and word would spread to never bother me or mine ever again.

My fingers itched and my eyes narrowed with a ferocity that mirrored my soul.

I really hated fucking amateurs.

They were wild cards. No rhyme or reason to their decisions and generally when pushed, created a fucking mess even Houdini couldn’t make disappear.

“What do you want?” Victor cried. “I’ll do anything.”

Sighing, I shook my head.

Why did they always cry like bitches when shit went sideways?

They fucked up, made the mistake. They should own it and deal with the consequences.

It was simple. There were no do-overs in this life. Mistakes got people killed. It was a hard lesson to learn.

Flicking my cigarette away, I leaned closer and sneered, “That’s just it, Vic. Gave you a chance and you blew it.”

Confusion flickered in his eyes, although I doubted that wasn’t difficult for a man like Vic. God, was he really that stupid? I fought not to roll my eyes and barely succeeded as Vic looked back at a few of his men that were still standing. Fuckers couldn’t be older than twenty-five. They looked like fucking babies to me.

Then again, most people did.

Shaking my head, I eyed Victor’s jeans that were sagging way too low for the comfort of my eyes.

Yep. He was a kid.

“Vic?” I said smoothly, snapping my fingers several times. “I need you to pay attention here.”

Scratching behind his ear, Victor swung back around, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah?” he said, dropping his shaky hand, offering a smile like he didn’t know what to expect.

Yeah.

Enough of this shit.

I was bored.

Reaching for my gun, the effect on Vic and his remaining friends was instantaneous, as their hands shot up and curses flew.

“Fucking hell!”

“What the fuck?”

More expletives flew while Victor stared down the short barrel of my gun.

“Luc, let’s talk about this!”

Shaking my head, I spoke slowly and clearly.

I didn’t want any misunderstandings.

“You thought you could take me down. I shit fucknuts like you in my sleep. Gave you a chance. You fucking screwed the pooch. Now it’s time to pay the piper.”

Vic froze, quivering, slack-jawed, completely unaware of what I was saying.

Maybe he was that stupid.

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