Page 5 of A Wife's Duty

Boone looked at him for several seconds, and then without a care in the world, he drew his gun and pointed it at his forehead. Instantly, the man before him recoiled and looked quite shaken.

“You’re surprised.”

“What the fuck, Mister? I’m just following orders. I was told you’d be cool. That this shit would be tight.”

“You were told that, were you?” he asked.

The man was shaken, but Boone didn’t care. This piece of shit was selling Bonaldi’s shit on his property, in his line of work. There was only so much he was willing to accept, and this was a line they shouldn’t cross.

“Yes, man. I was told that all of your ... places of establishment are fine to conduct my level of business. Well, I’m just a ... marketer.”

He clicked the safety off his gun, and this instantly silenced the man before him. “What’s your name?”

“Shit. Fuck. Shit. I ... uh ... it’s Howard.” He held his hands up. “That’s my name, dude. Just Howard.”

Boone looked at him. It would be a lot easier to just kill him right now and deal with the drugs. However, he had Lucia inside looking so beautiful, and he didn’t want to ruin this night.

This man had pissed him off, but he was all about choices. He gave everyone a choice. It was up to them if they made the right one or the wrong one.

“Listen, Howard, you have two choices here. Either you leave and sell that piece of shit to some random stranger, or you leave and go straight to the cops. Do you hear me? You hand yourself in with this little stash of drugs, and you tell them everything.”

He watched as the man instantly recoiled.

“Shit, man, do you know what would happen to me if I did that?” Howard asked.

“What’s it going to be? Two choices. The right one or the wrong one. I’ll know which choice you make, Howard, and if you make the wrong one, this will not be our last meeting.”

He put the safety back on the gun, and then shoved it into its holster. “Give him the drugs,” he said, talking to Ronald.

Ronald handed him back the drugs.

“If I go to the cops, I’m dead. There is no way I’m making it past a day without getting killed.”

“Your choice to make, Howard.”

He stood and watched, knowing he and Howard would be meeting each other again real soon.

“Boss, you know he’s going to sell it.”

“I know.”

“Then why don’t you just end it now?”

“Because, everyone has a choice, Ronald. You know that. Everyone has a choice.” He slapped Ronald on the chest and made his way inside to find his wife exactly where he had left her.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, turning to look at him.

He held his hand out toward her. “Dance with me.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

She looked a little pale, but he wasn’t backing down. He’d seen the yearning inside her eyes, and now was the time for him to give her a little reward. She hadn’t run off and had stayed exactly where he wanted her to. None of his men gave him the alert that she’d been spoken to.

Everyone watched his back. He didn’t know at times if it was down to fear or loyalty. Either way, he didn’t give a fuck as long as they did their jobs.

Chapter Two

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