Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Son of a fuckin’ bitch!
“Where’s my fuckin’ boy?”
The slick fucker answered, “Inside waiting for you. Need to pat you down before you go in.”
As expected. “You got weapons inside that buildin’? ‘Cause if you do, means I should, too.”
“Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t work that way. As long as you keep your cool, you’re in no danger. You step out of line, then the situation might quickly change.”
Zeke’s jaw shifted. “Got a thirty-eight in my pocket.” Maybe if he volunteered that info, the welcome committee wouldn’t check more closely.
“Is there a round in the chamber?”
“What fuckin’ good’s a gun if it ain’t ready to go?”
“Take it out slowly and hand it to me butt first and with the safety on.”
When he slipped his hand inside his cut, he was tempted to shoot the motherfucker right through his cut. But if he started blasting, there was no telling what would happen to Ledger.
Get your boy first and then worry about burnin’ their shit to the ground later.
“Want it back.”
“Figured you’d want your son back more.”
Zeke ground his teeth. “My kid ain’t a pawn in whatever fuckin’ sick game you fuckers are playin’.”
The second Zeke had the handgun free, it was wrestled from his fingers. The full magazine was dropped into the guy’s palm and quickly disappeared into the pocket of his suit jacket. After a quick jerk of the slide, a lone round landed on the ground.
Dark brown eyes once again focused on Zeke. “What else are you carrying?”
“That’s it. Woulda been fuckin’ stupid to walk into an unknown situation like this unarmed.”
“Can’t disagree with that logic. So I’m going to ask again, what else are you carrying?”
“Nothin’.”
“Then that means I’ll find nothing when I pat you down.”
Zeke shrugged. “You wanna fuckin’ feel me up, have at it. Just note, I ain’t into guys.”
Since that didn’t rattle the Mafia goon, the man went ahead and checked Zeke’s person as thoroughly as if he was a pig, even around his dick.
Thank fuck he didn’t find any of the hidden knives. Though, that didn’t give Zeke much assurance since he had no doubt he’d be outnumbered inside.
The Sicilian tipped his head toward the side of the building. “This way.”
“Lead the way.”
With a shake of his head, the man pointed and said, “Go.”
Arguing with him would just waste more time, so Zeke went. “My kid better be in one piece and not have a fuckin’ scratch.”
“He’s alive and well, as you’ll see for yourself in a minute.”
Once Zeke entered through a steel fire door at the back corner of the warehouse, it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darker, windowless interior. After they did, he saw the man wasn’t lying.
One corner of the warehouse was set up like a makeshift sitting area. And in that area was a couch. Sitting on that couch was his fucking kid with a bag of candy on his lap and, from what it sounded like, he was watching some kind of cartoon on a tablet.
What the actual fuck?
Either his kid was a mini badass or completely clueless. He hoped it was the first. “You good, lil dude?”
Ledger glanced over, shot him a smile and a nod, then turned his eyes back to whatever he was watching and shoved another handful of colorful jelly beans into his trap.
For fuck’s sake. He acted like he didn’t have a fucking care in the world. He took that to mean his son was unharmed.
And definitely not traumatized. Thank fuck.
However, his mother was going to be fucking pissed. Not only because Ledger got snagged, but from the resulting sugar high.
Zeke turned his attention to another suit-wearing, olive-skinned man sitting in a chair behind a metal desk with his fingers steepled in front of his face.
What kind of place was this?
While this whole set-up was in one corner of the huge warehouse, the rest of it was blocked by blue plastic curtains hanging from tracks attached to the ceiling, so he had no idea what took up the rest of the hidden space.
Zeke could guess it wasn’t anything legal.
When the man’s hands dropped, he said, “As you see, Ledger is fine. We aren’t in the business of hurting children. We only wanted a sit-down.”
“That’s a fucked up way of askin’ for a meet. Coulda simply fuckin’ asked for a sit-down. No reason to put your fuckin’ hands on my boy for that.”
Zeke kept his fists pinned to his thighs so he wouldn’t launch himself at that cocky motherfucker and get shot dead in front of his son by the six goons circling them.
“We wanted to make sure you took this seriously.”
“Again, no reason to take my fuckin’ boy.”
“Got your attention, didn’t it?”
It also got them a lifetime of hatred and revenge.
“Take a seat.” The man in charge tipped his head toward one of the matching chairs in front of the desk.