The Fire

Zions Pov

"This call better is important, Joe, or I swear I will cut your hands off so you never can make another call again." I answered the call with an annoyed tone, irritated that Joe had woken me up at six o'clock in the morning when I literally went to bed an hour ago. "You know I just can use my voice to make a call nowadays," Joe said in a cocky tone. "Joe, I swear to…." "Okay, okay. The Rose was set on fire tonight." I was on my way to put Joe in his place because he abrupted me, but as soon as he said that Rose was set on fire, a new rage began to surface, and I was livid. Who f*king dared to do that to my club? I am the f*cking King of the underground. "How bad is it?"

I replied, and Joe's silence answered the question. "Is it burned down to the ground, Joe? Damn it, Joe, answer me." I hissed with a clenched jaw. "Sorry, boss, I nodded." I roll my eyes. "How the f*ck am I supposed to see that, you idiot." "Sorry, boss.." Joe replied again, and I began to be really annoyed now. "Stop saying you sorry, Joe, get a f*cking backbone. Who was working?" "Yes, boss. I looked over the schedule, and Joan was the one locking up at three o'clock when the club had been closed for an hour, and the cleaners were done." "Okay, so, have you talked to her? Isn't Joan the one sleeping with Julio?" "She's not answering my calls, and yes, she is sleeping with Julio. Eh, there's one more thing.. ." Yes, Joe, it can't be worse than the fire, right?" Joe was quiet for a few seconds. "Well, since we installed that fireproof safe, the firefighters brought it to me as soon as they put the fire out…." Joe was quiet again, "Damn it, Joe, get to the f*cking point." "It's empty, boss; everything is gone." "The only one stupid enough to steal from us, and the only one besides you and I to have the combinations to the lock to the safe.." "Is Julio," Joe added in sync with me. "Yes, that little rat. I bet him and Joan planned this and tries to make it look like a robbery or a rival attack." Oh, was I mad now? Yes, no one steals from me and gets away with it? "Send people on the lookout for them, check airports, borders. Call all our connections and send them pictures of them to keep an eye out. I want them back here, dead or alive, within 72 hours." "Yes, boss. I will sort this out; I know you had a long night." "Thanks, Joe; I know I always can count on you." I hung up the call and took a deep breath. Julio, Julio, Julio! I am coming for you, and I will send you and your f*cking b*tch!

A few days later.

I got dressed after taking a shower when I heard the elevator to my floor opened up. I put my black leather jacket on over my white shirt and headed out to the living room. "Wow, you really like black, huh?" Karl asked and looked around the room. "Yeah, I consider myself to be a dark person, and I don't like a lot of colors; they distract you," I added, and Karl shrugged his shoulders. "Never thought of it in that way," he replied, "You want a drink before we head to Sheila's?" I asked, and Karl nodded, "sure, why not. You want a line with that drink?" He asked and held a bag of coke in his hand. "I'm fine now, maybe later," I replied. I did coke from time to time, but I wanted to be sharp tonight. There was something about Sheila that I needed to figure out, and I had obsessed over her this whole week. Her fierce attitude was alluring, and I needed to have her to get this obsession out of my system.