Page 4 of Outlaw

Chapter Four

Adam

I’m terrified as I’m admitted to the huge mansion. This man has more money than I’ll see in a lifetime. He can buy and sell anything he pleases. He murders without remorse, and doesn’t care who knows it. This is dangerous beyond my imagination. Yet, my adrenaline rises to new heights, and I feed on the thrill; the idea that I could die if I screw this up gives me a high I’ve never felt.

Harrison Langley, the mob boss, is there to greet me. He squeezes my hand hard as we shake, and I recognize the warning.

He makes sure I understand by saying, “You’re here on a trial basis, Mr. Duvane. You have a lot to prove, and I swear I’ll see that you do so. Your track record says you are willing to do whatever is asked of you, and I will be using your talents liberally. However, if I see anything that concerns me, you will become expendable. Is that clear enough?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say without stuttering.

I don’t like this man, and his money suddenly means nothing to me. I want him taken down, and I’m just the man to do it. His arrogant expression angers me beyond measure. He looks at me as if I’m dog shit on his fancy shoes. I don’t tolerate that kind of attitude.

We hear the click-clack of heels on the marble floor of the hallway. We turn in unison as a woman steps through the door. It’s difficult to control my hormones when I see her for the first time. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever come into contact with.

Her long, blonde hair hangs in waves over her shoulders. Her dress is glued to her hourglass curves, and ends far short of her knees. Long, slim legs show beneath the scanty dress, and her breasts are barely restrained. Blue eyes widen as she finally sees me. Her red lips part slightly, and I harden in my pants.

I know I’m making an error that could cost me my life, but I step toward her without permission, and introduce myself.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Duvane. Are you a friend of Harrison’s?” she practically whispers.

“No, darling. He’s a new hire. He’s to take Jeremiah’s place. You remember we lost him recently?” Harrison reminds me.

“Yes, we lost Jeremiah. I remember it perfectly. After all, he was shot by a rival boss’s man right outside my car window, and his head splattered all over the glass. I shudder at the picture that never goes away,” Kelsey answers, though I can tell she knows it will anger Harrison.

“Well, so be careful, then, Mr. Duvane. We wouldn’t wish to lose you, too,” she says to me.

“You’re looking a bit tired, Kelsey. Go up to your room, and rest for a while. I need to speak to Mr. Duvane about his duties, and that would just upset you I’m afraid.”

The words and the tone don’t match. The mob boss is very angry, and Kelsey will pay for her sudden outburst. I’m sorry for her, but there’s nothing I can do to help her. Maybe, later I can find a way to protect her. She seems to bring out a protective vibe in me that I didn’t know existed. I want her, as I’ve never wanted another woman. I want her under me, beside me, and much more. It’s strange to feel this way.

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The deserted parking garage echoes as we drive the vehicles inside. All of the cars have bullet proof bodies, and glass, but they won’t stop some of the heavier weaponry that the crime families have at their disposal.

Harrison sent me on this mission to prove myself. I’ll do what must be done, though I don’t have to like it.

Our three cars make half a circle, and those of our opponents finish it. We all step out of the vehicles carrying guns, and knives just in case there’s trouble. And, I can already tell there will be.

My equal on the other side of the circle, has an itchy trigger finger, and I’m certain he’s high. His boss wouldn’t approve, and probably already knows about it. That’s why he’s sent one of his main men to do a simple drug exchange. He wants the man erased.

“I don’t have time for any shit. So, let’s get this transaction done,” I announce in order to get the upper hand. “Show me the cash, and I’ll show you the product.”

“You’re not getting anything until we test the product,” the zoned out man argues.

“It seems you’ve already tested enough product today. Besides, you’re making a huge mistake by saying Mr. Langley isn’t trustworthy. You can die for that, and I’ll be more than happy to do the deed,” I reply.

“What are you? A fool? A cocksucker? I don’t play well with the likes of you. Give me the shit, or there will be trouble you can’t deal with,” he answers with a swagger toward me.

“Stop moving, boy, or my gun is going to blow off your ugly face. Of course, you’d be too high to feel the pain, but I don’t really care. You’re not in charge. This is my deal. Show me the cash!” I shout.

“You’ll look pretty lying in a coffin. I’ll make sure I shoot you somewhere other than that pretty face, so your girl can grieve over you without vomiting. Give me the cocaine, or I’ll start shooting.”

He is stupid enough to raise his gun, and fire at the concrete near my feet. The bullet ricochets, and hits one of my men in the leg. I’ve had enough of his nonsense, and have to show the other mob families that I don’t take crap from anyone.

I shoot him in the face, just as I’ve promised. All guns are drawn as he slumps to the floor, and his tissue and blood splatter over his men.

“Care for more of you to die?” I ask calmly, although I’m sick inside. “Give me the money, and take your product. Clean up this mess. He belongs to you. Tell your boss it was a good kill. This man was high, and he’s probably been stealing product from him for years. I would imagine he’s taken some money as well.”

They nod, because they know I’m speaking the truth. We make the exchange, and I leave. All the way back to the compound, I imagine what Kelsey will think of me. I have blown up a man in the same manner as she watched happen to the man who’s place I’m in. What a mess.

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