Page 77 of Demise

I’ve sat here, day after day staring at the TV on mute, rethinking everything. The whole experience at the shack, the whole experience afterward. How Trig has acted, how I made a big mistake by believing him when my gut was telling me different. I wanted it to be someone else. I didn’t want to believe the man I’ve come to know as family would do such a thing, would betray me in such a way.

Anger has subsided, the shock has died, but revenge…revenge sits up straight. He’s the man at the head of the table.

Bexley has been dealing with selling the house, moving her things in here, which I’ve helped, but my mind has been on this the entire time. I’ve informed her of everything. She wasn’t shocked. She knew it just as I did. I’ve also informed her she’ll be staying here. I don’t want her in harm’s way. Things are about to move quickly.

The devil’s come out to play.

Chapter Fifty-Five

Bones

We landed in Atlanta several hours ago. I called Moretti and insisted we meet for dinner. Sounding like he’d already had a few, he said, “I want to discuss some things with you. It’s been a while since we talked shop, and I think it’s time I let you in on the future of our business. The drug game is old, my boy.”

He shot off an address and asked us to meet him there.

As we walk into the enormous mansion, there are several men I recognize from Red, dressed in fine suits, women walking around with hardly any clothes on, and some without clothes on period. They are very young. Some look terrified. I feel sick to my fucking stomach, but I play the part I need to.

It seems since Nugget got popped, Moretti has had a change of heart. He’s acting as if I’m his number one again. That’s fine with me. I need his complete trust.

He keeps drinking and snorting powder. I’m seated on the couch along with Sweep. Trig is enjoying the women, of course, while having his own share of cocaine and whiskey. I’m still not quite sure when I’m going to handle the situation with him, but it’s at the front of my mind. I have to be smart about it. I have to do it when he least expects it. I thought about torturing him, calling him out for everything he did, but part of me really just wants to end him so I can move on with my life.

Either way, Trig will die. It hurts me even though I know there’s no way around it.

“We’re making millions a day,” Moretti says to me.

Cherry, the woman Moretti pays to fuck him, the woman we pay to work with us, walks up and takes a seat beside Moretti on the couch, running her tongue across his neck. She has a wire on and is playing her part as well.

“These girls make us more money than the drugs ever will. The drug business is out. Sex trafficking is where it’s at now, and we’re in full swing. I want you with me, Bones. I need you to help capture the girls. We’ll move out the heroin at the warehouse in Postings. We’ll store the girls there and hire some nasty fuckers to train them for the wealthy perverts that want to purchase them.”

What a careless, foolish man.Look how sloppy he is. I look over at Sweep, whose expression mirrors mine. Moretti Galo has turned into a drunk, sick fuck.

This lifestyle can get to you if you let it. You start to think you’re immortal and invincible. No one can touch you. So, Moretti drinks because he feels safe.

Never feel safe.

Your friend today could be your worst enemy tomorrow.

Moretti laughs. Turning to Cherry, he grabs her by the neck. “Go fill my drink up,” he says. “And take your shirt off. I want to see your tits.”

She pales.

“Do as I say, bitch,” he slurs.

I laugh. “I bet you 5k you can’t shoot that chandelier down.”

Moretti looks over at me. “What are you going on about?”

“That chandelier,” I say. I stand up, pulling my gun from the back of my slacks. “I bet you can’t shoot it.”

“The fuck I want to do that for?”

“Why the fuck not? You’re Moretti Galo. You can shoot whatever the fuck you like.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Bones.” He goes down for a line, snorting and wiping his nose. I look at Cherry, signaling for her to get the hell out of here. We got what we needed. He admitted to sex trafficking.

“Fine. I’ll do it,” I say, cocking my gun.

“No. I’ll fucking do it.” He stands up, swaying and falling on top of Sweep. Sweep picks him up.

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