Page 35 of Unholy Cross

The man who started to talk abruptly stopped when Cross brought up his 9mm and aimed it at the man’s naked junk.

“I’m the Devil,” Cross snarled.“You can either walk away or become a eunuch.I don’t care which, but if you don’t make a choice, I’ll make it for you.”

A short bald man he assumed was Torrance came stumbling forward.“Listen here, assho—”

“Torrance?”

The man suddenly looked uneasy.“Yeah?”

“You’re fired.You have five minutes to get your shit and get out.If you come back, I’ll make sure you disappear off the face of the earth.”

Torrance sputtered like he had a leg to stand on.“I’m the manager of this establishment.”

“Not anymore,” Cross told him.“Mabel is.You now have four minutes.”

“Are you ...him?”

Cross raised an eyebrow.“Him?”

“The man Mr.Delance said was coming.”

“My brother, Jeremiah Delance, is the new owner, and he’s ordered your termination.Whattypeof termination depends on you.Three minutes.”

A man tried to creep up on him, and Cross whipped out his switchblade, flicking it open and sailing it where it hit the would-be attacker in the stomach.It said something when the woman screamed and ran away, titties flapping in the smoke-filled breeze.

“Well, that’s one problem down,” he said sarcastically.“Anyone else want to bleed?”

The men disbanded, hurrying away.One man’s pants fell to his knee, tripping.Cross turned to free his knife, all the while keeping the barrel of his gun trained on Torrance.

“You now have two minutes to get the hell out.”

Torrance turned tail, and with his small dick wiggling around, made his escape.

Cross slid his gun back into the holster under his leather jacket.One problem down, only about a hundred more to fix.His next stop was by the teenagers’ tables, demanding to see their license.When they handed him fake ones, he grabbed one of the boys and hauled him up by his t-shirt.

“If you don’t want to go to jail, you’ll get the hell out of here.If I ever see you again, I’ll make sure you get thrown behind bars with a man who’ll fuck you up in all the ways you don’t want to be fucked.Understand?”

The kids nodded and tripped over themselves as they practically ran out of there.Then he noticed the man sitting in the dark corner counting money.The whores kept throwing fearful glances at him, so Cross figured that was the pimp.He made his way over, grabbed a chair, turned it, and straddled it.Leaning his folded arms on top of the back.

“Can I help you?”the pimp asked.

“You can get the fuck out of my club.”

“Uh.Yourclub?”He laughed and looked around.“Get out of my face, asshole.Where’s Torrance?”

“Torrance is gone, and I’m telling you to get your fucking ass out of here, or I’ll make you get out of here.”

The pimp stood and brandished a knife, holding it out like he had no idea how to use it.Quick as lightning, Cross stood and grabbed the arm holding the blade.Then he grabbed the back of the pimp’s head and smashed his face down onto the Formica-laminated tabletop.When he yanked the man’s head back up, blood poured from the now broken nose, and he screamed so loud that every eye in the place suddenly looked at them.

“Yep,myclub,” he emphasized.Then he glanced around, making sure to stare at each troublemaker he’d targeted before he dragged the pimp by his hair toward the door, where he opened it and tossed the man out.“If you come back here, it won’t be just your nose broken.”

Then he closed the door and headed back inside the club.

It was going to be a long night.

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