I learned from one that apparently Jonathan and hispartnershad already done some of their own investigating. They’d lured Tammy’s dealer to the house and interrogated him into revealing what had happened…The truncated version, of course.
The problem was that there were far more layers to it than any lower-level dealer would understand, and because of that, the optics were not looking favorably for me, and thetruth.
The angst of misinformation being spread was like an itch beneath my skin I couldn’t reach.Someoneneeded to pay for my discomfort. For the poison they’d unleashed on my world, even deadlier than the poison they’d fed Tammy Chevelle.
I spent all day today beating men’s faces in, mutilating them and unleashing every ounce of contempt I’ve been holding in for far too long.
When I finally came up from the tombs, I was dripping in blood and viscera, though it was nothing compared to the malignant retribution I’m now holding within my chest after watching one of my lieutenants put a bullet between his own brother’s eyes for betraying me.
But it had to be done. Because unfortunately, this was the work of some ballsy putas trying to get back at me for some shit that happenedyearsago…
Some of my men were involved as well. Even if just in conjunction, it makes no difference. One goddamn text message makes you culpable.
Alejandro is dead; a kid who’s worked with me since he was fifteen.Shit, even the asshole who’d been fucking Harley’s wife turned out to be involved.
IknewI should have just killed him for being stupid enough to fuck a cop’s wife. But I didn’t, and it came back to bite me in the ass. There is nothing I hate more thanregret…
So I cut his dick off and stuffed it down his throat.
It’s fine, he died.
Hours of torturing and slaughtering worked as some rage therapy, but it didn’t reallyfixanything. Because Jonathan is still gone, and he still thinks I killed his mother.
Look, I’m not in the business of defending my actions to my employees, nor do I give a flyingfuckwhat people think about me. And believe me, I’ve done far worse than ordering the intentional overdose of someone’s mother.
But there is something so profoundly unsettling about being accused of something youknowyou didn’t do. Specifically, the disturbing irony of Tammy dying onlyafterI’d stopped my men from selling to her.
That shit seems intentional… Like it’s the universe’s way of telling me that my attempts at humanity are frivolous and futile.
You cantryto have a heart all you want, Marfil… But you and I both know you don’t, and so it will always backfire on you.
Don’t. Fucking. Bother.
Hewillhate you forever, no matter what you do. They all will.
Because you breedpain,and nothing more.
You are made for only excess, exploitation, and authority. Oppression, and domination.Thisis what you know.
Not…love.
The alliance with the Mexican cartel is frayed as fuck now. As far as I’m concerned, they started it, but we’ll finish it. Sacrificing their pride isn’t something they like to do, but I’ve only just begun handing out spankings.
Every few years they need to be reminded of their place. It just so happened that this time, they fucked withmorethan just my territory.
I’m sitting in the atrium, drinking myself stupid, puffing a cigar and staring up at the stars through the skylights.
Lemuel Love just left. I had him down for a drink. It would have been nice if it’d been just that; a social call. A drink and some casual conversation shared between friends when they both clearly need just that.
But of course it wasn’t.I think we’re both too self-involved to have real friends.
I’m sure it’s for the best.Trust, even on the most superficial scale, has earned me nothing but unrest.
It’s lonely at the top for a reason. Because bringing someone else up there means trusting that they won’t try to push you off. And theyalwaysfucking try.
I had Yari bring Lemuel down here so I could confront him about theunapproved houseguest.
Es loco, verdad?!
