Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Then I have no more use for him.

I don’t even bother lowering my voice. “Kill him, but don’t get rid of his body. I need it.”

I have a plan in mind, and I won’t deny that it turns my stomach a little, but it needs to be done.

“NO! PLEASE, DON’T!”

Tommy nods in affirmation and quickly ends his screaming with a slice. The boy’s gurgling gasps hit me harder than the screaming, and I walk out of the room, breathing hard. I have a fucking headache.

This cannot be fucking happening to me right now. Millions of dollars are at stake.

One crisis at a time.

Send Les Diables a message they’ll never forget.

“It’s just a dead guy, for fuck’s sake.”

François and Chris give me a look as they hesitate in between grabbing both rigid arms and hoisting the body onto the truck.

“Are you sure about this?”

That’s the second time he’s questioned me in front of my other men. He drops the man’s arm as I approach him, energy seething through my body. He can probably see how pissed I am.

“Yes, I’m fucking sure, and I don’t remember having to explain myself to any of you. I’m the fucking boss. Shut up and do as you’re told.”

We’re right in the middle of biker territory, and I don’t have time for this shit.

“Put his fucking body on the car.”

They jump at the sound of my voice and hoist the broken body over the car’s windshield. The dead body’s arms splay over the windshield like a cross. Chris winds ropes around his wrist and wraps it inside the car. The dead biker’s head lolls onto his shoulder as his other wrist is tied.

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy says as he stares at it, hands deep in his pockets.

“The fucking cocksucker deserved it.”

We’re down the hill from the fortress in Sorel-Tracy, but I’m going to ride with them all the way to the top.

Tommy opens the door to the truck as Chris prepares to light the fuses leading to the barrels of gasoline.

“This is so fucking dangerous. I can’t believe I agreed to do this shit.”

The spark flies and Chris runs to our car, diving behind the wheel as I slide into the passenger seat.

“Go!”

The truck lights up like a bonfire, and Tommy floors it for the twenty or so seconds that it takes to reach the fortress. The whole thing explodes into a bright fireball as Tommy crashes it right into the gates, denting them as the blaze quickly rises, crawling up the walls of the fortress.

In all my life, I’ve never done something so fucked up. It’s a bright, furious sign. A warning to those fucking jerkoffs.

Fuck with me, and I’ll destroy you.

The orange flames quickly crawl over the body sprawled on the windshield, and I hear shouts from inside the compound, its lights flickering on as the guards scream for fire extinguishers. Fucking dumbass.

The second gallon of gasoline explodes, rocking the ground as Tommy stumbles toward us, hidden in the dark. He coughs as he approaches me.

“You all right?”

“Yeah-just the gasoline.”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

I don’t give a shit if the bikers see me. Let them watch. They’ll know exactly who sent what was left of their patched member, Julien.

I slide inside the backseat of my car with Tommy, and the other men start their cars, rolling down the hill.

“Take me home, Chris.”

He starts the car, the orange ball burning in his windshield mirror.

“Do you think they’ll fuck off after this?”

My honest opinion is no, but sometimes you have to send a message to keep appearances. This will escalate things.

“If they’re dumb enough to retaliate after this, I’ll hit them harder. As many times as it takes.”

Tommy regards me thoughtfully, nodding, talking to me in that New York accent that I hate. “Making a move on their home was pretty ballsy.”

“Do you have something you want to say?”

My icy tone doesn’t seem to deter him.

“We shouldn’t have hit them where their families live.”

“I hit the fucking gate.”

“They won’t see the distinction. To be honest, John, with all the risk we’re taking with this airport heist, why do this?”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“We’re up against one of the biggest groups of organized crime besides us. We needed to make a bold statement.”

“After what that kid said, can we still go through with the heist?”

I don’t even want to think of the possibility of a year’s worth of work gone down the drain.

“We need to get rid of the people he has on the inside.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

Now that we’re no longer allied, I don’t give a fuck about disposing of any of his people.