Page 40 of Devil
“Spit it out Morrison.”
“You killed one of my men.”
“He killed two of mine and stole my shipment. He was caught loading it onto your fucking trucks. You’re lucky I didn’t kill your entire crewandyou.” My tone is cold, already deciding to slit his fucking throat.
The balls on this guy.
“That was some left-over shit from my father’s rule. I didn’t know it was your guns or I would’ve returned them.”
Barking out a laugh, I stand from my chair, imagining the blood I’ll be covered in when I see him. “I’m sure you would’ve.”
“Look, I’m calling to give you some information. We may be competition, but there’s no need to be enemies. I’m not my father. I don’t need to destroy everyone around me in order to be successful.”
I don’t trust this motherfucker as far as I could throw him, but I’ll bite. He wants to be the good guy? I’ll play his game.
For now.
“What information?”
“Daniel was following orders when he killed your men and stole your guns.”
“No shit. Your fucking father’s.” I snarl.
“No. He came to me after it happened. He didn’t know anything about it, but he knew some of his guys were in on it. Did he care? No. He hated you after you stopped doing business with him. And before you start, I know he was stealing from you.”
My blood boils with the confirmation. “So, you expect me to believe a thief’s denial?”
“It’s someone in your circle, man.” He explains and my shoulders tense.
“You’re fucking lying.” I grit out.
“No, I’m not. I’m giving you a heads up. I can’t fucking stand a rat, and you have one.”
The line is silent as I mull over his words. I don’t put much stock in them, but the seed has been planted. I’ve never questioned the loyalty of my men. I’ve never had a reason to.
But…
What would Junior gain from lying to me? Payback for killing his father and Daniel? He doesn’t seem to give a shit. I need to give this some thought because I don’t see any of my men doing something like this. I’ve always taken care of themand their families. I’ve never given any of them a reason to cross me.
I may be Devil to everyone else, but my crew always looked at me like their savior.
Why would they betray me?
Why did your parents betray you? There doesn’t have to be a reason.
The thought creeps to the forefront of my mind, reminding me why I don’t get close to people.
“I’ll take your information under advisement.” I end the call.
I’m fucking livid, throwing my phone across the room. It crashes against the wall, the shattered pieces raining down onto the floor.
I don’t trust people, I never have.
ExceptNova.
I’ve given these men the closest thing to trust that I have. I’ve let my guard down with them. The thought they would betray me and have their own brothers killed, sends me spiraling into a dark hole.
I’ll kill any disloyal motherfucker I find. I’ll start from scratch and rebuild my crew.