Page 4 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“I’m not killing her either,” Cas interrupted him. “I’d rather kill you than murder a woman who hasn’t done shit to me.You’rethe one who gambled the money.You’rethe one who cheated at the card table.You’rethe one who was supposed to be our consigliere, yet you weren’t handling your business.You’rethe one who lied and borrowed money you knew you’d never be able to pay back.”

“It was the interest you added that...”

“Are you blaming me for your fuck ups?” Cas yelled.

“No. No, sir,” Trevor’s voice shook. The man lowered his head.

“You knew what the interest rate was when you took out the loan.”

“I know. I thought I could double it and win...”

“That’s what they all think when they come to a Cattaneo Casino. We sell dreams. We sell wishes. We don’t do charity. I need my money, Trevor. Your time is up. I need it now.”

Trevor placed his palms together and begged and prayed for more time.

“What would more time do for you?” Raz asked as he approached Trevor, needing this meeting to be over so he could begin his night.

With her, hopefully. This meeting was a waste of time. Trevor wouldn’t get the money. The only thing left to do now was put a bullet in his head and get rid of the body. There was no point in all of this chatter. Raz returned to his seat.

“You heard my brother,” Cas told Trevor. “If I gave you more time, what would that do?”

“If you give me more time, I’ll do what I’ve got to do. I’ll kill my wife. I’ll get the insurance money. I will. I swear. Give me three months. I have a friend who deals with insurance claims. He told me I could have everything settled within three months.”

“You idiot,” Raz yelled. “You told someone you were going to kill your wife?”

Trevor shook his head. “No. I wouldn’t do that. I’m not stupid.”

“Yes, the fuck you are,” Raz told him. “If your wife dies now, he can blackmail you for the rest of your life, you dumb fuck.”

“No. He won’t. I know he won’t because I have dirt on him. I know of his involvement with an underage student at his daughter’s high school.”

What the fuck? Raz would get that bastard’s name and add him to the list of motherfuckers hisgarbage mentook out. Men who did shit like that needed to be sent to the trash incinerator.

Raz glared at Cas. “This is the guy you brought in. You’re responsible for him. If shit blows back on us, this is on you, Cas.”

Cas glared at Trevor. “He wasn’t always like this,” Cas told Raz. “He didn’t get like this until after he stopped coming to the casino for meetings and started coming to gamble. Gambling addictions are like drug addictions. They change people.”

And this particular person was going to become a liability soon. After his brother got his money back, they’d still have to kill him. They had no choice. The world would be better off without him.

“I promise this won’t blow back on the casino or the organization. I swear. And I’ll go to rehab for gambling. I’ll change.”

Cas rubbed his hands together. “Trevor, you broke our contract. You’re late on your payment. Way late. What you owe me has increased again.”

“No. Please, Caspari.”

“You signed the contract, Trevor. You know what it says.”

“But....”

“You said you have two life insurance policies on her. I want the full one you promised and a portion of the other.”

“But...”

“Or you die here and now.” Cas pulled his gun out and aimed it at the center of Trevor’s head.

“Okay. Okay. Would it be okay if I still sold her to one of your connects for a short while, just to get some extra money before I... end her?” Trevor asked.

Cas chuckled. “You want to pimp her out before killing her?”

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