Watching Jimmy fast-forward the tape, Pops picks up a glass of whisky and swallows it down, pouring another he guzzles that one too.
“You know that this little club isn’t my real business.”His hand moves around the room as Ian does up his belt on his jeans.“Sex slavery is, though.”His smile never wavered, the snake. “And that has what to do with me?” Ian says lighting another smoke then sucking it back like it was air he requires to breathe. He smokes to excess when he’s nervous, Damon makes him nervous. Just as nervous as my blood is boiling in anger with the plain disrespect, dishonor and distrust he’s showing his family right now.
“When was this taken?” I snap out annoyed.
“Last night,” Jimmy says. “So, he’s meeting with him before the hit on the motel?” I ask Jimmy. “Yep, brother. I watched a video from all the meetings. He’s been feeding Damon info now for months. He also outed you as the Riddler and wait for it.”
He says pointing to the screen.
“My niece, Ian.”
“What about her?”
“Well, I have men bidding on her. Men that are bidding millions and millions. I have men expecting her and wanting her for their own personal pleasure.”This is getting sick. I can’t handle listening to what he plans, well had planned to do to my baby.
“You like her, don’t you? You want to fuck her.”Damon says and my fists clench.
“I don’t want anything to do with her,”Ian says.
“I’ve just been watching him watch her like you said to do.”Ian fidgets in his chair.
Damon tisks him.
“Well too late for that. I see her dancing in your eyes. I see you getting hard over her. I watched you whack off while you watched them fuck.”Anger creeps up my spine as heat laces up my neck traveling to my cheeks. My Pops is here listening to this.
“Not too late. Find someone else to do your dirty work for you. I’m over this shit. I want out. You wanted the Riddler, I gave you the Ridder. If you hadn’t killed his fucking father and brother this shit wouldn’t be happening, and he wouldn’t be here fucking with my claim to the business. Pops would leave it all to me and I wouldn’t need you.”Ian’s voice gets higher as he’s starting to panic.
“Why would I do that? You’re doing such a nice job at it,”Damon says to Ian while pouring another drink.
“What’s your end game, what do you want from me?”Ian asks him looking around the room, pulling at his shirt collar.
Damon leans back in his chair and puts his hands behind his head.
He was wearing a white wife-beater and a heavy gold chain around his neck with gold rings on his fingers. He screams old school Mafia mixed with a paedo. Makes me sick.
“You know, Ian, this whole drugs and whores thing can’t last. There’s new competition every day and that shit is undercutting me at every turn. Then, my boy, I have your family that are taking a lot of my business and also my power and respect. That fucking Riddler cousin of yours has taken a lot of my men from me. And now he has his hands on my niece who was, and well with your help, will give me a rather large payday.”
“I can guess that’s a right kick in the balls then, Damon,”he says.
“You young guys think it’s all about shooting guns and fucking women. Really, this shit is a business. We need new territory, but that won’t happen because the city is in love with your family and I want to take that family out and put you in at the top, under me of course, and start expanding my new market of sex slaves and toys for the rich and dirty.”
“These women are, well, cheap as fuck, since they’re free. Disposable too. I figure I’ll start with girls like the ones who just serviced us, pretty and worth the investment, and slowly transition to women that are a little more high-end.”
A chill ran down my spine listening to him talk. He was talking about these girls like they were fucking products or some shit for him to sell and then throw away when they got too used up. He genuinely seemed to think that forcing humans into sex slavery was a great idea, at least from a business perspective.
“And like your niece,”Ian said pulling me from all the dark thoughts of how manypieces I could cut Damon into.
“Ah, yes. My niece. She’s a pretty thing, it’s her bloodline they are after. Oh, and her tight little pussy’s fetching me a lot. Right now, the men are up to three million and you’re going to get her back for me.”Ian laughs.
“From Micha? Like fuck I am,”he says, and I scoff. Yeah, bitch you know who’s stronger.
“Yes, you are,”he said to Ian.
“No, I’m fucking not. I like breathing,” Ian states standing.
“This meeting’s over. I have given you more than enough,”he says turning to walk toward the door.
The door opens before Ian could reach it and in walks two men. Both huge, both holding guns to his head.
