Page 82 of Powerful Deception

It’s been a few weeks since I met with the Muertos cartel and agreed to let them deal on my streets.

My men were excited about this because it meant more money in their pockets

But someone was bound to get greedy and it so happened to be the supervisor.

Letting out a frustrated sigh I approached the thief.

“How much?” I ask him, my hands sliding into my slack pockets.

Clarkson whimpers but he doesn’t answer. His bottom lip just trembles.

For fucks sakes.

Not giving a shit, I back hand the bastard across the face and repeat the question.

“How fucking much did you take?”

A whine that sounds like a cat in heat escapes him as the pain of the slap finally registers. “Two kilos.”

Two kilos, which means that this fucker took nearly sixty grand from the cartel. This is why city supervisors are destroying the city, they are shitty when it comes to money.

“Where’s the money?” I crouch down to eye level with him, so he can see exactly what his actions will lead to.

“I spent it,” Clarkson says, tears streaming down his face. “I bought a new car.”

Another hard slap sounds through the floor, this time with some blood splatter.

“Sell the car. Get as much money as you can from it.” I say to Giuseppe, who gives me a nod and leaves to do what I just ordered.

I nod to Bruno, and he gives me a nod back, leaving the room and leaving me and Clarkson alone.

Without taking my eyes off of the bastard, I slide my jacket off leaving my holster in full display.

Clarkson lets out a whimper and a full-on sob as he watches me. He knows what’s coming and there is no way to stop them.

No words are spoken as I grab one of my knives and slide it against his fingers.

A scream escapes Clarkson as he feels the blade but that scream is nothing compared to the one that he releases as I slice through the skin.

I slice until the blade hits bone. I slice until blood covers the floor. I slice until Clarkson cries are completely silent and his fingers hanging by just the bone.

When I’m done, I study the handy work. For now, Clarkson will stay alive, but this will be a lesson for him. Mess with me and my deals and you will pay.

It doesn’t matter who you are.

I will find out and I will destroy every single inch of you.

25

“Oh my god. Oh my god. OH MY GOD!” I yell out as I run from the living to the kitchen to grab my phone.

As soon as I have the phone in my hand, I run back to the living room, relieved that I didn’t miss it.

Angel is taking his first steps.

He’s been standing up on everything more and more for the las month or so and he’s tried to take a step but every time he just falls.

This time though, this time he looks like he’s got it.

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