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“He didn’t show up to work today which is why I’m still here. He was only here for a couple of minutes.”
“Mother fucker!” Octavious growls out.
“I got the address that was listed on the personnel file. I doubt that’s a real address, but it’s worth a shot,” Miklos contributes to the conversation.
Chapter Thirteen
Milo
The minute we walk out of the prison, he’s on the phone to Baros. I can hear Baros on the other end of the phone and he sounds glib. The man is a psycho who tried to kill his own daughter for sleeping with Octavious.
Who does that?
A psychopathic asshole.
“What’s in it for you?” Octavious asks.
Baros chuckles. “Look, it’s really simple. You stole the ski lodge from me and then you fucked my whore of a daughter… Imagine my surprise when I found out your sister was back in Greece and seeing Jamar?”
“My sister has nothing to do with this. Call off the hit.”
“No can do. If I were you, I would get him the money he’s asking.”
“Baros, I’m not fucking around right now. Leave my sister out of this. She has nothing to do with any of this.”
“I would have said to leave my daughter alone, but you couldn’t keep your dirty dick in your pants, could you?”
“How did you know my sister was back in town?”
“The same way you found out my nephew worked at the prison. It was simple. It was actually surprisingly too easy to plant someone at the prison.”
“I want you to go to this address to drop off the money,” he rattles off an address.
The drive to the house feels like it is taking forever to get there. I should have known Baros was involved in this. I can’t believe I was blinded by seeing Isidora again that I forgot about the one person who would be behind this.
We pull up to the house and have our guns ready in case shit goes south. The door swings open and a man is standing there. The recognition is loud on his face. He knows who we are and knows why we are here.
“You got my money?”
Octavious plows his fist into his face and the man’s nose is dripping in blood. “Don’t ever try to extort me or my crew again. Where is Jamar staying?”
The man chuckles while holding his nose to prevent it from bleeding. “I want my money first.”
“Toss the house,” Octavious orders and we all go into different rooms and destroy them.
I head to the kitchen, grabbing a hammer that is lying right next to the stove. I aim it at everything. I swing at the stove, I swing at the granite countertops. I swing the hammer at the fridge and then I smash the table.
Once I’m satisfied, I come out to the foyer to see what Octavious is doing. The mother fucker has managed to get David in a chair and tie him up in seconds. “No one fucks with my family.”
“Uh, boss,” Miklos mutters.
“How come every time you say that I know it’s going to be bad?”
“I just pulled up the camera feed for Milo’s house to check on Isidora. There is a person who is breaking in. I can see the two bodies of the men we left. They are either dead or knocked the fuck out.”
Octavious aims his gun at David Baros. The nephew of the man who has tried to kill his own daughter and then tried to extort us for money. He fires off his clip into his and chest. The head is barely recognizable after the clip has emptied.
Chapter Fourteen
