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)
“You did it, you caught me,” Bozo said.
“Yeah, I did,” Elias said.
“Come on then, tell me what gave the game away?” Bozo asked with a smile. The moment he smiled he revealed several gold teeth.
“The quarterly reports,” Elias said.
He had never taken the time to really look at Bozo and now that he did, he didn’t like him. The man had an attitude problem a mile long. The piece of shit looked cocky, like he thought he was going to find a way to get out of this situation. The few men that had been working for him were dead.
“Fuck me, are you serious? Those reports? That’s what did this?”
Elias didn’t like this man. He knew he was no one to judge, but this man was cruel. He had no morals. He took and took like he thought it was his right to do so. Anger filled him as he thought about the lives this man had hurt.
Again, it wasn’t his right to judge. He wasn’t here as a good man. But he followed his own code. Hurting young girls crossed the line. He did not force girls to work for him. He had few morals, but he stuck by them, as well as a code. Civilians were not to be harmed.
Now, he looked at the man that had caused so much pain, and it was only a matter of time before he killed him.
“You know you’re going to die today,” Elias said.
“Yeah, well, you’re a fucking coward. Bringing your men to do the dirty work.”
Elias laughed. “You’re just not used to having men be loyal without a cost.” He stepped closer. “You had to offer your men something tangible that they could feel. Me, I just had to give them a chance. That’s the difference between you and me.”
“How is your wife?” Bozo asked.
“Is that what you’re doing here? You think you’re going to tell me my wife is in danger?”
“Nah, no one would even touch her. I tried to get contract killers to take her out, but it would seem she is protected up to the fucking stars.” Bozo started to laugh. “It did make me wonder if she had a golden pussy. I mean, no whore has a cunt that good.”
Elias didn’t even allow him to finish that laughter as he throat-punched him. No one talked about his woman with such disrespect. Winnie was not some whore.
“Do you think you’re clever for even thinking of leaving my wife alone? You’re wrong. By coming after me, you hit my wife.”
“Yeah, well, even that bullet didn’t get a good enough target,” Bozo said, choking on air. “It should have killed at least you or your wife.”
Elias pulled out a knife, and without another word, he plunged it into the man’s guts. Extracting it, he slammed it in again, then again, and again. He didn’t stop until Bozo had taken his last breath, and even then, he wasn’t satisfied.
No one would take a contract that involved his wife. At least the warning he sent out had been good for something. Winnie needed to be protected.
Looking down at his clothes, he was pissed off to see he had gotten that piece of shit’s blood on them, and it would require washing them.
Turning to his men, he looked at the garage and weighed his options. He could either burn the whole thing down and start again. Or, he could call his cleaning crew, and that way, he’d find someone to take the manager’s place and have the garage turning a profit in no time.
He was a businessman, so he put a call through to his cleaning crew.
Chapter Ten
“Hi, Dr. Mansell,” Winnie said, coming toward the apartment door for the good doctor.
It had only been the night before last that she had seen him, but Elias wanted him to check on the wound, which actually didn’t feel too bad at the moment. He’d been careful when he made love to her.
“Good morning, Mrs. Moore,” he said.
She couldn’t help but smile, as hearing her wedded title made her nervous.
“You don’t have to call me that. I prefer Winnie.”
“Winnie it is, then. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I prefer Dr. Mansell. The only reason being I spent a lot of time and money learning to be a good doctor.”
“That’s fine. I don’t mind it.”
“So, do you want to tell me what the problem is?”
“There is no problem. Elias was just worried.”
“Ah, and we do not want him worried at all, do we?”
“Well, it feels fine.”
Dr. Mansell came toward her, and they made their way into the dining room. She took a seat and shrugged off her cardigan. Fall was in full swing now, and any remnants of the summer sun were long gone.
“I think it is fine,” Winnie said.
“We will check it out anyway. Elias is paying for my involvement and I will make sure his mind is put to rest.”