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    was seated in her at my father, Isoning minutes Luckily we were in his stalk where


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    would calm down


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    of an attempt to steal our cargo. I have made sure no one talks including Shortbs and his


    deputies.” I noticed his had rx. I guess mas meities Caps Rastone would find ou about the heist and


    punish us for it.


    And how about the men whose bodies are at the bottom of theke the asked, without raising his voice.


    “None of them work for Capo Ba stone. They were all employed by me, I answered 1 promise to eam


    back our losses and double up security. For now, Ell be unneling some of the campaign funding into


    our ount.”


    “That’s another issue that I have to discuss with you, my father said, shumming hits Hingers on his


    wooden desk. Aside from losing two million dors and giving over a million dors away to keep


    everything quiet, your poprity is dwindling. Sarah Flughes seems to be creating a name for herself.


    She has been seen speaking at Jack Emery’s neighborhood. promising them better amenities. May I


    remind you one third of the voting poption live in that area, Liam.” I rolled my eyes at him.


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    “Dad, I already have that covered. Just likest election, I’ll be buying their votes. As for their


    neighborhood, I’ve already signed off to fix the potholes in their streets as well as increase the number


    of streetlights. It’s a band-aid solution, but it will keep them from voting for Hughes.”


    “Pretty up their yground too,” my father suggested. “Get it repainted and nt some. bushes or


    flowers in that ce they call a park. By the way, where is Cris Murdock? He needs to work for the


    money we pay him. I haven’t heard from him sincest week.”


    “He didn’t show upst night and Lisa said he’s been gone since Friday. I assume he has been with


    Capo B astone,” I answered. My father shook his head disapprovingly.


    “May Cynthia McDowell’s death serve as a lesson for Capo B astone,” he said which puzzled the hell


    out of me. He acted like he didn’t care.


    “But with Cynthia McDowell dead, won’t there be a disruption in the delivery of cold medicine?” I asked.


    No. It’s business as usual…now that Norma Martin will be purchasing the pharmacy.”


    I leaned back in my chair. My father had an answer to everything.


    My only problem now was Capo Ba stone McDowell.


    Pete McDowell


    The staff of the funeral home was setting up for the viewing. Flowers adorned the area, chairs were


    aligned in rows for the guests, and coffee and snacks were set up in the corner. I sat alone, waiting for


    the casket which held my mother.


    G od, I screwed up.


    The sni per rifle used was traced to the East North Central States division of the Angels of Darkness.


    Sure, I did have a disagreement with the underboss of the ENCS regarding one of their women, but to


    kill my mother and attempt to steal my money was a low blow. That I believed.


    Before I left for the funeral home, I spoke with my capo, hoping he would agree to a retaliation.


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    “You aren’t thinking straight, Pete. You’ll ignite a war, if you go into their territory with guns zing,” my


    capo said. He was always calm and rational, always ying by the rules.


    He never wanted to color outside the lines.


    Well, that was after Joy Taylor.


    “But they killed my mother! If I don’t retaliate, they will see it as a sign of weakness,” I argued.


    “First of all, we aren’t sure it’s them. Yes, the gun found by the Sheriff is a gun they smuggle, but it


    doesn’t necessarily mean they pulled the trigger,” he rationalized.


    “So you’re saying that a gun… that fell off a truck somewhere… just happened to be the same gun that


    killed my mother? Do you see how st upid that sounds? They sent someone to kill her to get to me.


    in and simple.”


    “Or maybe they


    hey sent someone to kill you, but killed her instead. There, in and simple,” he pointed out, turning


    the tables on me. “Anyway, why would they want to kill you or your mother? What the f uck did you


    do?”


    “Cris and I, uhm, we may have kidnapped a niece of the underboss. I did let her go found out about our


    mistake,” I admitted.


    “Did Cris or you touch this girl?” His voice was harsh, warning me not to lie.


    “Maybe…”


    when I


    “Go dda mmit, Pete! You raped a niece of the underboss?! What is wrong with you?! You f ucking


    deserve to be hung by your balls!” He yelled through the phone, unable to contain his anger. He


    paused for several moments, breathing heavily, forcing himself to calm down.


    I waited quietly, knowing I f u cked up. But still…


    “I suggest you take the death of your mother like a man. You raped a niece of an underboss. This is


    your punishment.” He spoke in a hushed tone like I was child who was crying over a piece of candy.


    “So you expect me to do nothing?!” I asked incredulously, not wanting to let it go.


    “Yes, you little tw at!” I grimaced. I hated being called that. “Now tell me, where is Cris? That cu nt is


    causing too many problems.”


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    “He’s at home, recovering, 1 answered. “He, ah, identally killed a girl. I usually have my men


    dispose of the girls, but-”


    “I usually have my men dispose of the girls,” he said, mimicking me. “You’re pathetic.”


    “F uck you! Remember, I’m still your boss! I can have you killed!” I yelled at him, aware it was useless


    to threaten him. He scoffed at me, knowing that was all I could do… pull rank.


    My capo never respected me. But I didn’t care. I was still his boss whether he liked it or not.


    “I swear on your mother’s grave, Pete McDowell, one morning, when you wake up, the first thing you’ll


    see is your severed dic k in my hand, he growled, replying to my empty threat. My eyes narrowed… I


    didn’t like the sound of that, not one bit. “Boy, you have gone too far this time. My advice? y the


    grieving son, forget about avenging your mother’s death, be grateful they didn’t steal the money and


    keep your di ck in your pants.”


    “How about Cris? You aren’t going to hurt him, are you?” Cris was my bestfriend and he and I


    understood each other. I didn’t want anything to happen to him.


    “What about Cris? Don’t tell me you’re in love with him? You guys f uck each other too while


    sharing a girl?”


    “No!” I denied angrily.


    “If you say so,” he said, amused. “If I don’t get to Cris, the underboss of the ENCS will. Your mother is


    dead. Unfortunately, Lisa may be next.


    That wouldn’t be a bad idea. Lisa only tied Cris down.


    “I know what you’re thinking, Pete. Without Lisa in the way, you and Cris can do whatever you want. I’m


    warning you. If you don’t start thinking of what’s best for the WNCS, don’t be


    surprised if you find Veronica’s men on your doorstep. Your mother isn’t here anymore to protect you


    and I’m sick and tired of babysitting. Your father may have been ruthless and petty, but he had the


    respect of the organization because he contributed to its rise. Get that through your thick skull, you tw


    at!”


    I already had the Cohens doing the work for me and they were paid graciously for their time. Even my


    capo, who also handled some of my affairs, was paid graciously for his work.


    As I sat alone in the empty viewing room, I thought hard, wondering how all of this could have


    happened. I came up with one possibility..


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    The Cohens…


    Liam was in charge of the delivery. It’s possible he was contacted by Alejandro, the underboss of the


    ENCS. Liam never liked working for me. He was a racist pig who couldn’t stand having me order him


    around.


    Working with Alejandro could have been his way of removing me from the picture.


    Tsk… tsk… tsk…


    Liam has to be taught a lesson. Since I lost my mother, he will have to lose something or someone


    precious to him too.


    There is one person. Someone who will probably give me the high I crave.


    It was an obsession, an addiction that was hard to control. Yes, I paid for sex, but it wasn’t the same. I


    needed to be in control. I loved the feeling of being in control. I lived for that feeling.


    An image of her pleading and crying shed in my mind. I felt my heart race and my spine tingle.


    I want to hear her scream.


    I pulled out my phone and dialed. Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    “Liam, I need to speak to you. I want to know where your loyalties lie.”


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