Page 189 of Morally Gray Daddies

Oh, the balls on this guy. The actual balls.

Anger sizzles beneath the surface, and I can’t wait to take it out on this piece of shit.

“Are you saying my boss is a liar? Because he told me that he’s been trying to get in contact with you for months. Dozens of times, and you haven’t responded. So, is Declan Gilroy a liar?”

Joseph rolls his chair back slightly and holds his hands up. “No. Of course not. He’s not a liar. What I meant was I’ve been meaning to reach out to him, but I know how busy he is.”

Damn, this guy really is a fucking idiot. He just keeps digging his hole deeper.

Charlie and Ian have already disarmed the two other men and have guns pointed at their heads. It’s possible there are more people in the house, but I’m not concerned. This guy is a pussy. No, that’s not right. Pussies are too fucking pretty for him to even slightly resemble one. Besides, a pussy can take a hard pounding. This fucker will crumble with one hit.

“I’m here to collect half a million dollars… plus interest. But you know that already.”

Joseph’s eyes go round, as if what I just said is unexpected. How did this guy ever get to where he is? It’s obvious that at one time in his life, he was successful. People fall on hard times, and the mafia recognizes that. Which is why we gave him the loan. Declan said Joseph is a criminal attorney. Or was. Who knows what the fuck he’s doing now. Doesn’t matter. He’s going to be dead when I walk out of here. I can already tell he doesn’t have the money.

“I, well, I don’t have it all,” he says, wiping his brow.

“How much do you have?” I keep my eyes fixed on him.

It doesn’t matter the amount. Unless he’s giving me the entire half a mil, he’s a dead man.

“I can do ten grand today. I just need to move some things around.”

“Ten grand, Joseph? Really? That’s not even ten percent. You’ve been in debt with us for two years. I find that unacceptable, don’t you?” I turn to Charlie, who nods.

“Completely unacceptable. Especially since you’ve been avoiding us,” Charlie replies.

I lift my gun, pointing it at Joseph. “We’ll take your life as payment and call it even. How does that sound?”

He raises his hands like they’re going to stop the bullet that’s about to pierce through him.

“Wait! Wait! I have something to offer. Hear me out!” he shouts.

Sweat pours down his temple. I smile and tip my head side to side, cracking my neck. Damn, that feels good.

I’m enjoying this. A little too much. When did I become such a sick fuck that I enjoy scaring people so much? I should probably see a therapist. I’m not going to, but I should.

“Unless you have half a million to offer me, whatever you have won’t work for me.”

“Hear me out. I have something better. Just let me go get it.”

He’s practically begging. I’m surprised he hasn’t dropped to his knees already. There’s time for that later. As much as I’m looking forward to killing this piece of shit, I’m intrigued by what he’s going to pull out of his ass to offer as payment.

“Please. It will be worth it. I swear.”

I glance back at Ian. “Zip-tie that goon’s wrists, then go with Joseph to get whatever he thinks is better than money.”

Within seconds, Ian has the guy he’s been holding at gunpoint zip-tied at the wrists and pushes him onto a chair. I move my aim to the guy while Ian grabs Joseph and shoves him toward the doors.

“Go, asshole. Hurry the fuck up,” Ian growls, elbowing him out.

“What’s your boss about to offer me?” I ask the guy who’s restrained.

He shrugs, his eyebrows drawn in confusion. “I don’t know. I have no idea.”

“You better fucking hope it’s good. Otherwise, all of you are dead.”

Chapter Four

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