Nate
He’s evil to the fucking core.
Darkness personified.
And, as of now, he’s still my fucking boss.
“This is the perfect mission for you, Nate. Something special!”
Edison Shaw’s disembodied voice comes out of the speaker in the middle of the table.
He’s a sinister motherfucker, and most people don’t want to fuck with him because they could literally die.
James and Titus are fearfully attentive to the power of his voice, but I see right through this ghost in the machine. It’s a ghost that has haunted me for such a long time, I’ve tolerated his presence in my life for far too long.
I’ll crush Edison, reduce him to nothing. Then he’ll be a ghost story that fades into oblivion.
Soon, Nate, soon, I remind myself.
My trusted men, James and Titus, look at me in expectation, actually holding their breaths. The voice of Edison is still able to hold them captive with fear. But I’ll end his command soon.
I stand up and place my two fists on the table.
“What is it?” I bark harshly at the speaker, leaning forward.
“A kidnapping. The daughter of a businessman who’s standing in my way,” Edison says. “That way, I’ll soon have him where I want him, eating out of my hand.”
“And who is she?” I ask, wanting to cut Edison short.
I have to bite back my anger, not wanting to give myself away. I’m about to become this man’s worst nightmare. I just need a little more time.
“Pretty little blonde thing. I’ll have my men pass you all the info you need to know. And Nate, I need her alive, of course. But that doesn’t mean you can’t rough her up a little, I know you like that...”
Edison rears with maniacal laughter. It’s a sound I’m used to. One that puts fear in everyone’s heart but my own. Is it wrong to say I don’t care whether I live or die? I’m so far into this world of crime that death seems like an easy escape.
But that’s not me.
I know there’s something better for me out there.
I just have to find it.
I give the speaker both fingers. His comment pisses me the fuck off. He has no idea what I like, and that further confirms my decision to end it once and for all with Edison.
To end him.
“Yeah, right,” I sneer at the speaker. “Anything else?”
“That’s all I need from you for now, Nate. Have fun.”
I end the call by punching the button hard while I imagine I’m punching Edison’s jaw, making him land on the floor under the weight of my power.
He has no idea who he’s fucking with.
He has no idea how strong I’ve become.
I let my rage at him take over. I pick up the speaker and slam it into the glass and steel table, again and again. The surface shattering would satisfy my thirst for bringing harm to Edison…at least, a little. But, of course, the speaker breaks first and pieces of plastic and electronics scatter everywhere.
“Motherfucker!” I yell.
James and Titus sit frozen in their plush lounge chairs.
I run my hand through my hair and inhale sharply. I open another button on my black silk shirt to cool down.
Focus, Nate. You have work to do.
It’s Edison and his fucking negative energy. That guy is pure evil. This is why I had this room installed. The conference room, as I call it. Because I don’t want fucking Edison Shaw in any part of my Hollywood Hills mansion. No way that fucker’s bad vibes are seeping into my daily luxury and life.
I’ve worked too damn hard for what I have.
I’ve sealed all the necessary darkness in here, the violence, drug trafficking and prostitution rings, bribes and corruption, and power games that cling to Edison like mud to a pig.
I only take his calls in here. But soon, no more of that. This is the last assignment I’ll complete. And not by my own hands, of course.
Just because the conference room is for dealing with Edison, doesn’t mean we don’t get to enjoy ourselves in here. On the contrary, it helps me deal with him.
I turn to the bar inset into the wall and pour us all another Scotch into thick, heavy crystal tumblers. The liquid oozes out of the bottle in a luxurious golden brown. I like my scotch to be twelve years old, one year for each inch of my cock. Call it personal humor, if you will.
I set the glasses on the table for Titus and James, and we each take a sip, savoring the rich taste in silence before I speak.
“Now, listen up,” I address them. They both sit up straight, ready for my orders. “You two are the only ones I can truly trust. Together, the three of us will make it, if you do exactly as I say.”
I pause to let this sink in. They nod slowly. “This new mission. The kidnapping. That’s exactly what I was talking about. It’s why we want out. It’s brutal business, needless violence, and, above all, it’s a stupid way to make money or exert power over others. Our new operation will be smart, effective, and even more lucrative. Most of all, it will be successful.”
“That’s why we’re fucking with you, man,” Titus says.
He’s as sick of killing as I am.
“It’s gonna be dangerous, but I have the perfect plan to seamlessly get rid of Edison and start the whole operation over. I know I can count on you guys.”
“You can, brother,” James says. “You fucking know you can.”
“Good. Now, we just need a little more patience until my operation is fully up and running. But then all of us will be out from under the control of fucking Edison Shaw.”
Again, both of them nod emphatically.
I’m still standing above them.
Their eyes are glued on me.
They’re following my every word.
They trust my leadership.
They’re all for leaving the clutches of Edison and his circles of organized crime. But they’re unable to pull off a stunt like this on their own. They need a true leader like me, with clear planning, resourcefulness, and also vision to set all this in motion and follow through.
I’ve got what it takes.
And I learned from the fucking master mobster—Edison himself.
My guys, Titus and James, have never doubted me for a fucking second. But it’s been more of a chore to get the men loyal to Edison on my side. I’ve achieved it, of course. I achieve everything I set my mind to. But that doesn’t mean they don’t doubt now and then.
We’re going up against a very dangerous man.
Luckily, I’m the perfect man to show them the way.
I’m not scared of a goddamn thing, especially the likes of Edison.
There’s a reason I’m his right-hand man. I fear nothing. What he doesn’t know is that in creating me, he has actually created his worst fucking enemy.
I will never show any sign of weakness regarding Shaw. Because there’s no weakness to be had. I’m a hardened criminal by now, and I’ve seen fucking everything.
I’m ready for a new life.
I take another swig of the scotch.
“So, how are you going to deal with this kidnapping, boss?” asks Titus.
“Here’s the thing,” I say, “I won’t. Not myself. This is a job not worth doing. I’ll have Edison’s guys take care of it.”
“Good plan,” James says.
“For one, I don’t want to dirty my hands for Edison Shaw a day longer. He can go fuck himself. I’m beyond petty crimes like this.”
I’m pacing back and forth on my side of the table.
“But for now, I’ll see to it that this kidnapping of that businessman’s daughter goes smoothly. Edison can’t suspect a thing from us. I know just the right crew for the job.”
Since I’ve destroyed the speaker, I pull out another phone with a secure line and dial one of my lieutenants.
“You need to take someone into custody for me,” I inform him.
“Female, blonde, young. I’ll send you an encrypted message with a photo and location. She’s the daughter of this rich business guy. He’s holding a party at his estate in Beverly Hills. Be warned, that means lots of witnesses. But also, more difficulty for his security to control the situation. Use that to your advantage.”
I look at Titus and James in their chairs. They’re soaking in my every word, wanting to learn the business just as I had to learn from Edison. This is how a true boss conducts himself. I’m leading by example, showing them where Edison was always wrong and where we’ll be better. We’ll succeed and overtake him.
“Go in with force because there’ll be armed resistance, though I’d prefer a fast in-and-out approach. The target is the main priority, and you don’t harm her. I repeat, you do not harm the girl under any circumstances. Understood?”
I nod as my man repeats the details of my instructions back to me.
“Good. Once you’ve acquired the subject, get in touch, and I’ll send you a secure location for the handover. Now get going.”
I hang up.
I drain my scotch and put down the tumbler so hard that the sound rings out in the room.
“That’s done. And soon, we’ll be done with Edison Shaw as well.”
James and Titus exchange a look of relief. They stand, smoothing their suits, because they know what’s next.
“From business to pleasure,” I say, leading the way out of the conference room.
“I believe the girls are still waiting in the lounge, just as hot and bothered as we left them. Without attention, they’ll start turning to each other.”
“You know how I get turned on by a little girl-on-girl action,” Titus says.
“His cock is rock-hard just picturing it,” James says.
Demonstrating my leadership and power certainly gave me a throbbing erection.