Carter
You promised not to kill him.I had to keep reminding myself of the promise I’d made to Michelle just that morning before I finally left her apartment. Again, it’d taken every fiber of my being not to explode at hearing her beg that this jackass’ life be spared. I knew it was for Diego’s sake. She didn’t want his father killed, but my furor was close to overruling my common sense.
I stepped into the family elevator of Townsend Industries and pressed the code only known by family. Instead of rising, the elevator began descending to the basement where very few people had access. My heart rate quickened and my fingers twitched as I contemplated the way I wanted to wrap them around Gabriel’s throat.
Seconds later, the elevator stopped and the door slid open. I walked out to a pair of metal double doors. I entered another code and waited for theclickto push the door open. That opened to a long hallway, at the end of which stood a lone room. The door to this room was slightly ajar.
“This is an odd location to do business, Mr. Townsend.”
My eyes narrowed.
“Only free space in the building while my office is being reconstructed due to the fire,” Aaron answered Gabriel’s inquiry.
“Oh, well, thankfully none of your employees were harmed in the fire.” Gabriel’s voice held a hint of nervousness.
He should’ve been fucking nervous. I pushed the door all the way open, coming to stand in front of it. Aaron turned his head, staring at me from behind the wooden table where he sat.
I turned my attention to the man who sat across from my brother. His dark eyes turned to me and squinted, confusion marring his face.
“This him?” I asked without removing my eyes from Gabriel.
“Yes,” Aaron’s bored response came.
I didn’t need his confirmation. I knew this was Gabriel Garcia. I’d studied image after image of him that I’d gotten from my security guys. But as soon as Aaron confirmed it was him, I was charging Gabriel.
“Wh–AHH!” he bellowed when I grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face against the table. Blood spurted from his nose.
“Carter!” I heard Aaron’s voice as it broke through my angry haze.
“What!?”
“You promised not to kill him.”
“I fucking lied!” I slammed his head again, feeling a satisfying thrill run through me at the sound of cracking bones.
“That’s enough.” Aaron tugged at my shoulder half-heartedly. I could tell he didn’t really give a shit if I killed this lowlife or not.
“I’m going to have to get someone to clean up this blood.” He shook his head, frowning. “Let’s make this quick.”
“Oww!” Gabriel howled, now from the floor, holding his face.
“You’ve got the papers?”
“You think I would’ve forgotten them?”
I sighed. “Just give me the damn papers,” I insisted.
I took the forms from Aaron’s hand and placed them on the desk before walking over to Gabriel and crouching down in front of him.
He frantically looked between myself and Aaron.
“Don’t look at him. Look at me.”
“Wh-what is th-this?”
“You like bullying people. Preying on people you perceive to be weaker than you. Especially on women.”
“N-no. Is that what Michelle told y-you? Oww!” He howled again when I stood and kicked the shit out of him. I bent low and picked him up with my hand firmly around his throat.
