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“I’m gonna kill him,” I hiss and slam my fist down on the table.
“Luca, he fell for the bait which means you can do whatever you want with him. You can kill him and get rid of his body just like you want.”
I consider my options but I know the blow is going to come sooner rather than later. There is going to be something that happens that’s going to hit me harder.
“Do you know what he bought from your decoy?”
My sector of the gang is pretty tight net. I don’t let a lot of outsiders in because I don’t trust a lot of these people. I also, don’t like new people because then I have to train them. New people think my BDSM club upstairs of The Venetian is a free for all and then can be whores up there.
No. If you rep my colors and my sector, you’re a representator of me. You will do exactly what I say and deem appropriate for my gang to do.
Needless to say, it’s not uncommon for Ralf to use a member of another sector to set someone up. This is how he handles a lot of his disputes within the gangs. I have seen him set up high ranking members before and then seen him kill them.
The thought of what he will do to Raul doesn’t alarm me. I just wish I could end him first.
“He bought baking soda in little baggies. Dumb ass fucker. He didn’t even test the shit before buying it,” he chuckles. “When he goes to sell it on the street, he’s going to get his ass kicked by somebody.”
I’m not going to lie, that makes me happy. I want him to get his ass kicked and teeth kicked in for being a slimy snake.
“Do you know if he has made the move to sell it yet?”
“No, but I do know someone saw the whole deal go down,” he teases with his thick accent.
“Jesus fuck. What now?”
“Your boy toy caught the whole thing as he was leaving another club. You gotta get to him before he starts blabbing.”
I groan. “I don’t have him as a boy toy anymore, Ralf. You know that. You know he ran out.”
I feel the heavy hand of Ralf on my shoulder. I shiver from his touch. I never know if it is going to be a nice touch or a bad one. One false move, and he will kill me right here.
Like I have said before, I’m already dead.
Chapter Six
Mason
I’m so fucking pissed after Raul came to my brother’s place. I need to talk to someone who would understand what is going on and how to stop them from coming by again.
Raul and The 3-1-3 Gang need to be as far as possible from me. Nothing but fucked up shit has happened since I became involved with them.
Sure, I miss the idea of what it would be like to be with Lucian. But I know she will never change. She’s too fucked up to be in an honest relationship with someone.
Even as a young teenager, I tried to “wife up” everyone I fucked around with. I felt the need to turn every hoe into a housewife and I loved it. I have always respected the institution of marriage and have wanted to be a part of it all along. Did I want to wife up Lucian? Probably.
I scratch my head and pull into Paul’s parking lot outside of his apartment. I see his car sitting in his parking spot right away and see him getting out of the car.
I park and hop out to stop him from going inside. “Hey!” I call out.
He turns and greets me with his normal head nod. “Whatcha doing over here?” He murmurs.
He starts to nod off a little and then shakes his head enough to clear it. “Are you high?”
Paul waivers a little and falls forward just enough to stagger. “Nah, man. I’m good. Whatcha doing here?”
“I need to talk to you about something. Can we go inside?” I ask him.
I turn around to lock my car and when I look back at Paul, he’s on the ground shaking. “Paul!” I yell at him.
