Page 101 of The Devil's Revelation
FORTY-SEVEN
DMITRI
I should just decimate this club and be done with it.
I listen to the words on the other end of the line, showing no emotion. Not even my breathing changes, even with how pissed I am. HowinfuriatedI am. “What you are telling me,” I says icily over the line, “is that you have failed me. Again. And now your club knows you are in their midst? Why should I help you when you are so obviously clueless?”
“Because I’ve helped you for years and know a hell of a lot more about your operations than anyone else,” the voice on the other end answers tightly.
“You think to threaten me?” I say silkily.
“I’m not threatening anything, just stating a fact,” he answers evenly. “Bullet’s whore should never have walked in. She was occupied downstairs, and if she had stayed there, then Izzy would be out of the damn picture as planned.”
“And yet, she lives and is now under constant guard. Perhaps I should take out this entire club and be done with it,” I say thoughtfully. “There are now two whores under your roof that have fucked up my plans, and are still breathing.”
“I have plans for the club,” he starts.
“Your plans are of no interest to me,” I snap. “Your personal vendetta is your own and I could give two flying fucks about it. You are not holding up your end of the deal.”
“I’ll make this right,” he promises.
I say nothing. I glance up when one of my men slides a piece of paper on the desk in front of me. Ah yes. Now this could work nicely. Finally I say into the phone, “Lucky for you, I have need for you right now, but make no mistake. If you fail me again, I will kill you and be done with it, and then I will take out that club quickly. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” he answers tightly.
I hang up with a curse. I’m done playing. Things are about to get messy and I, for one, am looking forward to it.
