Page 15 of Demanding Mob Boss

"No witnesses. Be smart." My men know the cost of fucking up, so I don't remind them, but I let them see it in my eyes.

More than a couple swallow and take a step back. I scare the shit out of most of my men. Even Lachlan can get wary around me. They should fear me. I am loyal to them all, but I have no pity. If they betray that loyalty, they die. Painfully.

Normally, I would wait in the apartment safehouse to begin the interrogations when the first dealer gets nabbed and brought in. Not tonight. I'm hitting the dealer that thought he could peddle his shit three blocks from Ma's house. No one sells in this neighborhood. Not us. Not the Greeks.

I take Connor and Finn with me. The dealer is leaning against the wall of a closed hardware store. Right under a fucking streetlight.

What the hell good is the extra cop presence I pay for in this neighborhood? How is this asshole flying under their radar? Yes, we are on the edge of the business district, but this street is in the designated area for the additional patrols. I might be a mob boss, but that doesn’t mean I want criminal activity in my mom and sisters' proximity.

However, tonight, there will be no cops in any of the locations we're doing our snatch and grabs. This part of the city is under my control and tomorrow the Kicks Bandidos will know it.

Connor approaches the dealer from his right, looking like a college kid out looking to score something to party with. He's doing a good job of looking around and back over his shoulder like he's nervous about being seen. I'm walking up to the jerkoff doing business on my streets without my permission from his left.

My feet make no sound on the sidewalk. I'm a predator moving in on my prey and he's too damn oblivious to sense the danger stalking him.

He calls a greeting out to Connor, casual as shit. Not even a little worried to be selling his product onmystreet. Rage turns my vision red and I'm jogging before I realize it. He looks toward me. Finally. But it's too late.

I punch him in the side of the head, sending his body crashing back against the cement wall of the building. He falls to the ground like a client I’m done with after I release the chains holding him upright.

"Aww, damn it, boss. Couldn't you have left a little of him for me?" Connor whines.

"You'll get to work on your interrogation techniques tonight."

Connor takes a step back before realizing he's done it and moving forward again. "That's not usually my job."

"You want to be an enforcer?"

"Yeah."

"Then you learn."

My younger cousin nods, but I’m not sure this is a good path for him. We'll see in a couple of hours. Connor has too much humanity left in him. He's a lot like his old man. Uncle Jimmy does good running the legit side of the business. Pops always said it would have ruined a good businessman putting him in charge of mob affairs.

Connor is a made man, but he doesn't have a specialist designation. My cousin says he wants to be an enforcer, but I don't believe him. Why does he claim he wants to do something he's not wired for? I'll give him a chance tonight. If he chokes, we'll talk.

We head back to the apartment safehouse.

Now the fun begins.

Chapter 6

CIAN

Within the next three hours, all the Kicks Bandidos dealers in our territory are swept up and the cops resume their normal patrols. A text from Murphy tells me it's the same in his territory.

Naked from the waist up, my torso and face are splattered with blood from the men I've already questioned. I'm not happy with the intel so far. These dealers don't know shit. They swagger like badasses until the first kidney punch. All but one of them starts crying soon after. It's pathetic.

They all say the same thing. Some claim they didn't know they were in our territory. Others say they thought their gang had an agreement with us. Eventually, they all admit they knew and were sent to our territory on purpose. They were told that the mob is made up of weak old men.

I would never send my people into someone else's territory without warning them what to expect. I sure as hell wouldn't lie to them. Loyalty goes both ways.

Do the leaders of Kicks Bandidos have bad intel on our clans?

I coach Connor through interrogating one of them. "Use the brass knuckles and hit his jaw. It'll break bone and he'll be eating through a straw for a few weeks, but it won't kill him."

I want them alive to send back to their gang with a message. Stay the fuck out of my territory, or the next time it won't be a finger you lose. It will be your life.

Connor does okay with the beatings, but he has to grit his teeth to cut off the fingers. Lachlan has finished the men he and his crew have been torturing by the time my cousin cuts off the first finger.

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