DEVILISH SMILE (CONT.)

Len's POV (cont.)

I don't regret anything that I have done during my years of service. I had a job to do and that was that. Once I got out the military, I went off Grid.

When I was in the military, but more so when I became a Merc, I was very good at toppling corrupt governments. I came across some very interesting drug lords, and corrupt politicians throughout the years of being undercover. Not only did they need protection from the American Government, but as well as other opposing rivals. So, I made those assholes an offer they couldn't refuse. I kindly persuaded them to give me 40% of the money that they made; as well as 20% of their products. In return, they wouldn't have to worry about getting caught by the Feds. If not then, I would take it out on their entire families; and take their shit for myself. Either way, it's a win-win for me.

Four days ago, I discovered some discrepancies while checking the books. It became obvious that one of my dealers was skimming off the top with the shipments that were coming in. After auditing my books, not only was he stealing from every shipment and my money; I also found out that he had been and still is throwing wild parties on my dime.

Then he had the audacity to give my shit away for free to anybody and everybody; like he's got it like that. All I could do was shake my head, and know, that his ass had become a liability. And if it's one thing I hate the most, is a liar and a thief.

Tommy really thought that I wouldn't find out. Dumb ASS!!!! Not only has he been stealing from me, but he talks too much. Like I said earlier, I know about every one of the people that move my shit around.

Tommy has to die. Not only is he going to die, but the person who brought him on as well.

However, as their Boss, they know nothing about me, nor have they ever seen me.

Keeping a low profile is how you find out everything that is going on; and it does help to have a degree in Economics. Only those that that are in the upper hierarchy of my organization have ever seen me in person.

I pulled up to the warehouse. The guards that I had posted at the door weren't outside. Uhmm, with all my military training, I could definitely see that something was wrong. There were two vehicles and a van; this was not right. I quickly did a perimeter sweep and found nothing.

I take out my gun and cautiously walked in the building, sweeping as I go. Down the long hallway, I could hear music playing. Following the sound of the music, I turned the corner and observed my guards and a few others sitting down rolling blunts and playing cards. The females that were there had no clothes on, wearing aprons and cooking the cocaine. Not once did anybody notice my presence.

I pulled out a second gun and shot the biggest motherfucka I saw right between his eyes. The bitch who had sitting in his lap, quickly jumped up screaming, causing everyone to jump up.

"So, this is the type of shit I get for my money?"

They all scrambled to get up.

"Sorry Len, we were just taking a break," one of them said.

"I don't pay y'all to sit on your ass and do nothing!" For extra emphasis, I kicked over the coffee table. "Get rid of these bitches and CLEAN THIS SHIT UP!!! Before I kill every last one of you motherfuckas. Now where the hell is Jay?"

"He in the back."

Before I went into the room in the back, I thought about going on and killing the rest of them. But I need someone to handle all the product and count the money. Instead I settled for shooting half of them.

When I went into the backroom. I see Tommy tied up to a chair with a tarp spread out underneath him, the boy was already covered in blood. His left eye was swollen shut and his lip was busted open. His jaw looked broken. All you could hear was his wheezy breath in the room. I decided to pull up a chair and sat in front of him. I pulled my jacket off and placed it behind me.

Speaking as calmly as I could; "Tommy boy... You really got me fucked up. Before I get start; there are two things I wanna know. First, who brought your bitch ass into my organization? Second, what do you have to say for yourself? But before you answer, make sure you do not waste my time and don't lie. If it is one thing that I cannot stand is a liar and a thief. Now, I am listening."

"I'm.... sorry. Please don't do this. I'll pay you back on my life. I... swear. I didn't mean..."

I held up my hand to stop him, "You got about 10 seconds to answer my questions. Answer my first question and then my second. You really thought, I wouldn't notice the large amount of product and money I was missing? You really thought, you could take something that wasn't yours and there not be any consequences? Now, don't make me repeat myself again, because the third time will be the charm!"

Tommy began crying and shaking uncontrollably. For a second there, he began looking like he was about to have a seizure, "Please, I'll do anything.... please!!"

"Jay bring me my knife from my tool bag. As a matter of fact, bring me my tool bag." "Yes, sir" he replied, walking towards the corner of the room.

I shrugged, "You can stop all that begging shit bruh, it ain't gonna help you none. You took my money and my product and got high off my shit. You got about 5 seconds to tell me who hired you?"

"My mom is sick; I have to take care of her. My dad is a CEO, I can get you the money. I have a kid on the way."

I got up and stabbed his thigh dragging the knife down to his knee cap.

"Ahhhh!!!! Please, please."

"You got 2 seconds homie. Who brought you into my organization?"

"Lionel!!!"

Satisfied that I was given a name. I sat the knife on a near by table. The other men began carving into him. Starting with his hands.

"Now, before I allow them to kill you, I need my second question answered. And again, need I remind you that I hate liars and thieves. Other than the fact that you are sorry, what made you steal from me? What were you thinking? I can see that you have resources to pay for the shit, why steal?" Again, I remained calm and spoke in a calm manner.

"Sir, I wasn't thinking. N-No one had ever seen you before and I had so much pressure on me, I just lost my mind for a while."

"I see....well, thank you for telling me the truth."

"Jay, kill him." As I got up and began walking out of the room.

Tommy began begging and pleading again. All anyone could hear was his screaming. But within the next two minutes there was complete and utter silence. Either Tommy had passed out from the loss of blood or he was dead; he was dying anyway so it really didn't matter.

It took them a good hour or so to finish hacking away at his body. I put his fingers, and penis in a box, so I could send it to his parents later. Heartless, maybe, but at the same time, I never believed in letting others suffer needlessly. This way, his parents could have closure and know beyond a reasonable doubt, he was never coming back home.

I washed my hands and instructed Jay and the others to clean up the other mess as well. The other bodies were in the front, I cut off their fingers so that I could send it to their families as well.

I told Jay, to find Lionel and to bring him to me within two days.

I got in my truck and headed out. I had an appointment with a bad ass chick who had a fat ass and I wasn't going to miss it.

"Damn, I just remembered. I meant to poison that Punk Bitch! It was my intent to give him 24 hours to come up with the money to pay for the shit that he stole. Oh well, shit happens. I need to get this antidote back on ice. Shit! sometimes I annoy my own self."