Page 98 of Lord of Debauchery

Not that I gave a shit.

I was here for two reasons and wouldn’t leave without satisfaction on both counts. But as the haze of gunfire and smoke residue slowly began to subside, I was the one who ventured forward. This wasn’t my fight alone, but Kenya did belong to me.

And as I’d told her several times before, no one touched her without facing my wrath.

“Uncle Mitchell. How fascinating to meet you here.”

He grinned as if he’d already won the battle. “Nephew. I wondered when you’d show. How does it feel to be on the cusp of something amazing?”

“If by that you mean the calculated dismantling of an empire that will soon face the kind of fates every member deserves, then damn good.”

His laugh was meant to piss me off. Instead, it encouraged me to swagger closer. I glanced at my wife, her eyes lit up with the fire I’d seen so often, the first thing that had attracted me to her in the first place.

“About time,” she said in her coy way.

“Yeah, well, we stopped to grab a burger on the way.” I scanned the room before heading toward the main computer console, nodding to James who’d swung in back behind us.

“I suggest you back down and take your men with you or your entire world will be turned upside down.” My uncle seemed to think this was up for debate.

“What happened to blood is thicker than water?” I couldn’t help but smile as James inched closer, prepared to share a glorious program that would rock their world.

“Unfortunately, your father killed that.” Mitchell was laughing to himself as if he already had control of the world.

As David stepped forward, glowering at me as I’d seen in pictures, I almost burst into laughter.

“Why don’t we show our visitors how we handle intruders?”

Uncle Mitch nodded to Kenya’s father and I was surprised when I noticed the man had beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face no one but my group could see. He wasn’t happy with the arrangement. Perhaps he’d learned his services were expendable.

I had every intention of using that to my advantage. “Go ahead, Boris. Kill your own daughter.”

The utter silence annoyed the hell out of my uncle. It did David as well. The moment my cousin raised his weapon, prepared to do something stupid, I simply shot him in the arm holding the gun. As it flew out of his hand, the tension mounted. Then I lifted the barrel of my gun toward my uncle. “It’s time for you to see the spectacle you’ve become.”

James didn’t need another cue, easily hacking into their system, finding one of thousands of reports that had gone out on every airwave, every news station and satellite radio across every continent.

As the broadcast began, the look of shock and awe on the faces of enemy soldiers was immediate. But Uncle Mitchell remained smug, even daring to roll his eyes.

“What the fuck does that mean? I’ll have that countered in ten minutes after we finish off with you. Men, take them out.”

I don’t know what the man expected out of the assassins. It would seem they were smarter than he was, dropping their weapons and fleeing instead. Little did they know what was in store for them when they reached the surface. They would face what every other major assassin cell was encountering at this moment.

“Oh, I assure you this isn’t just going to a select number of stations. It’s going out to the world. Oh, and for kicks and giggles, my team and I made certain every law enforcement agency was provided with details of the membership roster of your well-defined organization that was amassed over the last few years. I can’t wait to see the morning news.”

“You’re bluffing,” Mitchell said.

I turned my head toward Constantine. “Am I, gentlemen?”

“Not in the least,” Gabriel answered. “James, why don’t you show at least one fine group of men being rounded up as we speak.”

“Sure thing,” James said, flipping to a satellite homed in on the White House. In our careful planning, we’d secured a deal where the vice president would be arrested almost immediately, his very public arrest also shown on every major network.

At least I was able to see the hint of fear in my uncle’s eyes.

“Now, as you might imagine, I have a feeling that man is going to be happy to turn state’s evidence filling in any blanks once he finds out all the promises made to him were in vain. What do you think?”

“Kill her!” he ordered, and for a split second, I was certain Boris was going to do as he was told. He turned his weapon on his comrade instead, peppering off three shots in a row.

As Mitchell slowly began to fall against the communications console, I shook my head.

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