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Brooks

Zhang stumbles backward, grabbing at his chest. Ace could have ended him with one shot, but clearly wants him to suffer. I agree. Zhang is going to suffer. A-fucking-lot.

“You bastard.”

“Careful, Zhang. Don’t say anything that can’t be taken back.”

The wound in Zhang’s chest is bleeding profusely. Not as much as Pastor Sullivan, who I’m fairly certain is dead. I kick his leg with my boot, earning a grunt.

Whoops.

Guess he isn’t dead.

Yet.

Ace notices and asks, “Eyeball golf?”

I think. “Perhaps we should save that for Zhang.”

“Fuck both of you.”

“Not my style, man, though, I’m not judging you.” I lower my voice. “Jones? Does your wife know?”

He glares but remains silent. Guess I struck a nerve. He’s lucky. Unlike him, I won’t go after someone’s loved one to get revenge. No, I go straight to the source.

Pulling out my phone, I hit record.

“Now, Zhang, we’re going to let everyone know what you’ve been up to, so there’s no question why you’re going to end up dead. Understand?”

He dips his head once. I mean, he’s got to know that this is over. There’s nowhere left for him to go or nowhere for him to run.

“Start from the beginning.”

I’m surprised when he does.

“I’ve been planning on overthrowing Blanc,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Why?”

“Why?” He scoffs. “Why not? We all know it’s time for a change. DeLeon knew it. Smith knew it. Hell, even the masked fucker killing everyone knows it.”

I notice Gabriel remains silent. Interesting.

“What was your plan tonight?”

“To bring more money into the Brotherhood using Jones as a cover.”

“And?”

“And getting you and Moretti to agree to helping me.”

“By…”

“Threatening your wives.”

Ace adds, “And our unborn children.”

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