Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
The moment the cops were gone and his staff had been questioned, Elias called his computer guy and asked him to look into suspicious activity of his employees. Romeo, his computer guy, took less than five minutes to find the leak.
Stepping out of his office, he tried to find Bruce, only there was no sign of him. According to one of the waitresses, the moment the cops left, he took off. It would seem Bruce had a little gambling and drug problem. He had debts up to his eyeballs.
He took several of his men, climbed into the car, and drove all the way to Bruce’s apartment. The place he lived was a shit show, with diapers in the stairwell, and he was pretty sure human excrement painted along the walls. Used condoms and trash littered the ground, and the stench was overwhelming. Elias ignored it all, and then found Bruce in the throes of packing.
He stepped into the man’s apartment, and the stench was even worse. It was a small place, with a bed, sink, toilet, kitchen all in one unit, and the bed didn’t have any sheets on it. There were a lot of stains, though, and Elias was pretty sure he saw something wriggling. The paint was peeling off the walls, and black mold was also apparent.
He was shocked that this piece of shit had been able to work for him, but appearances could be deceiving. The man sunk to his knees, clasped his hands together, and began to beg.
“Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing. All he said was I had to move the cameras and that is all I did. They were going to take my legs.” He started to sob. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Elias listened to the sobs and pleads, and they echoed off the walls. He didn’t give a fuck about all the excuses. His one rule was to be loyal to him, and this man had failed. There would only be one outcome.
Thirty minutes later, Elias stepped out of the apartment building and looked up into the sunshine bearing down. It was turning into a hot, unbearable summer, as sweat trickled down the base of his back.
The cleaning crew had already arrived to take care of the mess he made. There was no reason to prolong the man’s suffering. Death had been easy, and in a way a kindness he didn’t deserve.
Once he finished giving the instructions, he climbed into the back of his car and just sat for a second. There was a lot he could do. Places he could be, to deal with Bozo. In this latest act, as far as he was concerned, Bozo had initiated war, and he was more than happy with that. The little fucker wanted to play, then he was happy to play.
However, he couldn’t stop thinking about Winnie. He checked his cell phone and knew she was still at their place. Elias made a quick decision and headed back to his apartment.
At least Trish had been good for two things. One, getting a location on Bozo, but he had no doubt it was useless information now, and making his wife jealous. That look on Winnie’s face was going to stay with him for quite some time.
Arriving back at his apartment, he entered and found Winnie on her knees, and much to his shock, with a duster in her hand. She spun toward him, and she looked so cute. Her hair was split between two ponytails. She still wore the shorts and tank top.
“You’re back early,” she said.
Elias removed his jacket, wriggling open his tie. “Come here,” he said.
She opened her mouth, closed it, and then got to her feet. She still held the duster in her hand. He took it off her, and threw it across the room. Winnie didn’t have a chance to complain, as he cupped her face, pressed her against the nearest wall, and took possession of her lips, silencing her. She didn’t fight him, nor did she stand still. She kissed him back, and he pressed his cock against her stomach.
He heard her soft, subtle moan, and he wanted her, craved her in a way he couldn’t even think about. Never had he been so hungry for a woman, but then he remembered that tiny little detail. Pulling away, he looked at her swollen lips and then into her eyes. Round pools of deep brown. They were a slightly lighter brown than his.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked. He didn’t want to bring up any dark memories, but the next hour would depend on her answer.
She nodded her head. It was a simple jerk of the head. That meant he was going to have some fun with his wife and get her to enjoy what was about to happen.