Page 103 of Old Money Roulette: Complete Trilogy

NF-Let You Down

Ace Of Spades

Part 1

Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. –Confucius

Old Money Roulette: Book Three

Chapter One

Past- 23 years old

I was a self-made god.

If I wanted someone to die, they died.

If I wanted someone to suffer, they suffered.

I could guarantee a man would have all the wealth he desired, and when he got it, I could just as easily take every last penny of it away.

When people like Ricardo Rias came to me asking for help, I made them get down on both knees and beg until their voice turned hoarse and the skin on their lips cracked and spread like a web.

After giving him my ultimatum, I motioned for him to get up off the floor where he’d been groveling for the past twenty minutes. His knee popped as he rose.

Tilting my head to the side, I remained silent, not immediately giving him the attention he wanted.

What was left of his pride wrapped its fist around his throat, stopping him from being the first to speak. Instead, he began to pace, moving back and forth from one side of my oval shaped office to the other, running his hands through his dark hair until it stood on end.

Unfortunately for him, patience just so happened to be one of my best traits.

Leaning back in my leather chair, I sent off a few text messages, wondering how long it would take for him to finally open his goddamn mouth and say something.

I didn’t have to wait long.

“I don’t understand. You want me to sign off on everything with no guarantee?” His Spanish accent grew thicker with his mounting frustration.

Letting out a deep sigh, I slid my cell in my suit jacket and leaned forward, clasping my hands on my desk.

“You’re the one who came to me, which you have yet to explain your reasons for. I suppose they don’t matter, though. These are my terms.”

“You wouldn’t let me—”

Holding a hand up to silence him, I uncapped my favorite metal pen and placed it down on the documents using more force than necessary. Looking him straight in the eye, I repeated my ultimatum. “You either agree, or you get the fuck out of my house. I have better things to do than continue to watch your pathetic mental breakdown.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He held my gaze for a full two minutes and forty-four seconds before picking up the pen.

I’m sure he had more than a few choice words he wanted to say, but unless his request included a bullet to the head or the removal of his tongue, he knew silence was best.

“What now?” he asked once finished, recapping the pen.

“Nothing on your end. I’ll get in touch with my lawyer to make this look legit. While we wait for that to go through, you’ll be going home and staying put until I say otherwise, and I’ll be going to eat a nice dinner.”

He attempted to fix his hair, trying to hide his glassy eyes.

If this filho da puta started to cry, I would be severely pissed. I wasn’t his therapist and I didn’t feel sorry for him.

He put himself in this position by not having the balls to do what should have been done years ago.

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