CHAPTER 35
BODHI
“Will, give me some good news,” I said into my phone, leaning back and putting my feet up on my desk in my home office.
“Bodhi, I tried to reach them all afternoon,” Will said. “I finally got ahold of them at the end of the day and they said they made their final decision. The deal isn’t happening. We need to find another property.”
“That’s fucking unacceptable, Will!” I blew up. This was bullshit, plain and simple. Will hadn’t done his job, he’d not held up his end of the bargain and there was no fucking way I was going to take no for an answer.
He fucking knew that.
“There’s nothing I can do, Bodhi!” he insisted.
“Goddammit, Will, you better fix this and fix it fast! Go to New York tonight, I don’t care what you do, go fucking make this right!”
“No, Bodhi. The deal is dead. I’m not going to New York.”
“What did you fucking say?”
“You heard me. I’m not going up there and making a fool of myself. They don’t want your business. Just find another property, for fuck’s sake!”
“Will, you need to rethink this.”
“There’s nothing I can do. I won’t do it.”
“Just who do you fucking think you are?” I seethed. “Don’t make me fuck up your entire life, Will. You know what I can do.”
“So fucking do it, Bodhi! If you bring me down, you implicate yourself. You aren’t fucking innocent. None of us are.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I’m not going to New York.”
“You’re making the biggest mistake of your life, dumbass.”
“No, the biggest mistake of my life happened twenty-five years ago when I went along with your bullshit plan. We should have called the cops, told them the truth when it happened. Then, I’d never be wrapped up in your miserable existence. I’d have faced the consequences and gone on to live my life! You ruin everything you touch, Bodhi!”
“Watch your mouth, Will. You’re being fucking stupid. For all your brains, you have absolutely no common sense.”
“I’ve never made more sense in my life. It’s over, Bodhi. I’m not going to New York and the deal isn’t happening. Live with it.”
“Fuck you, Will!” I shouted, throwing the phone into the bookshelves behind my desk.
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar in the corner and poured a glassful, downing the amber liquor fast and hard. My chest burned with pain afterwards, the intensity matching the rage I was feeling. I sat down at my desk, picked the phone back up and called Ross.
“We have a problem,” I said.
“What’s up?”
“It’s Will. He’s weak. The weakest of all of us.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I think it might be time to take him out, Ross. He’s going to bring us all down if we don’t do something.”
“You want me to talk to him?”
“I think we’re past that point,” I said, downing another shot.
“I hoped we wouldn’t get to this point,” Ross said.
“I always knew we would.” I hung up the phone, leaning back in my chair again as I nodded slowly.
Will had to go and I knew just how to make that happen without getting my own hands dirty.
Fury was becoming more of an asset every day.
***
An hour later, I walked into the bedroom looking for Marilyn. She wasn’t in her usual spot under the covers, so I wandered into the bathroom. She was in the bath, limp and glossy eyed, her hair in a messy knot on top of her head.
She was a hot mess and yet, she was still beautiful. If you squinted your eyes and looked past the drug-addled blood-shot eyes, that is. My eyes raked down to her naked body, drinking in the bubble covered fake tits that bobbed just above the water line. At least one thing about her was perfect.
My cock hardened in my pants, the anger I was feeling towards Will earlier still pulsing through me.
“Get up,” I demanded. She looked up at me with weary eyes and shook her head.
“I just got in, it’s still warm,” she said.
“I don’t care. Go lay on the bed.”
“Why?”
I leaned down, reaching out and grabbing the hair knotted on her head. I pulled it back, squeezing gently.
“Because I fucking said so.”
She winced and pulled away, slapping my hand away.
“Stop,” she said, her protests only fueling my anger.
I walked out of the bathroom, leaving her there as I went to my closet. I pulled out a skinny, brown leather belt, the silver buckle engraved with my initials, and walked back into the bathroom.
This time, she didn’t have time to protest.
I grabbed her hair again, pulling her half out of the bath. Her body bent limply over the edge as I pulled the belt high in the air, lashing through the air and down on her wet back and ass. The slap sounded against her skin with a sharp sting and she cried out as I hit her over and over and over. Bright red welts popped up on her wet skin, and I paused, pulling her out of the bath all the way by her hair and pulling her squirming, screaming body back into the bedroom and throwing her onto the bed.
“Fuck you,” she cried, spitting at me, as I held onto her hair so she couldn’t scoot away. With one hand, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.
“My pleasure, bitch,” I muttered, as I pushed her thighs open and stepped inside.