Page 94 of Takeover
"Easy does it, Jacobson.The way I figure it, you're going to walk out of here, provided some things happen the way I want them to."
He narrowed his gaze as his brain finally fired and came back online.
"What the fuck, Price?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"Are you insane?I will fucking end you over this."
"Oh, will you now?Who's to say that you'll be talking when this is over?"
For dramatic effect, Pierce had set up a whole bunch of tools of the trade that his much scarier friends over at Blake Security knew how to use.
When he told me what their old job was, it turned my insides just a little.I could have hired them.They would have dealt with Bronson, but this felt too personal.
Micah stepped forward with the syringes."You want these?None of them will kill him, but he's not going to feel good.I took them from my mother a few months ago."
"Thanks, but I don't think we'll be needing them."
My brother almost looked disappointed.
"Don't worry, I'll leave some for you when I’m done."
Micah grinned, and it lit up his face."Thanks.I consider Gwen a friend.I mean, she has an alarming gummy bear habit, but otherwise, she's a mate.”He turned to Jacobson.“So if he lets you live, you have me to look forward to."
Bronson began sputtering."I don't know what that bitch told you."
"That's the thing; you keep using that word referring to my future wife, and it’s offensive."
"She's a bitch.A whore too."
Gavin wasn't going to let that one stand.He landed a devastating blow that I was sure cracked Jacobson's jaw.The idiot's head lulled to the side as he gasped, "Fuck you."
I grinned."No thanks.Oh, but that's right.You have a problem with the wordno."
Bronson lifted his head then, his gaze searching the room."Is that what she told you?She's lying.The same deal you got, I got first.I didn't do anything she didn't want."
I pulled in a deep breath, trying to rein in my control, because if I didn't, I knew I was going to kill him.And that was not the objective.
I stepped forward and Micah frowned and said, "Maybe we just move on to part two."
I shook my head and leaned into Jacobson's face."First, you called my future wife a bitch.And then you called her a whore.And you don't seem sorry for what you did to her, so I'm going to make youreallysorry."
Bronson struggled."No.I'll never talk to her again.I don't even like her.You know, darkies aren't?—"
I popped him in the nose, fast, quick, and efficient, and it immediately gushed blood.
"See?The problem is you can't help being a pejorative racist cunt."
"Fuck.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I didn’t even want her."
"That's right.You're on the right track now, see, because Gwen isn't dumb.And she could see that a partnership with you wasn't going to be right."
“I chose to back out.She was so god damned prude?—"
I hit him again.This time with my left hand.My trainer gave me equal practice on either side, so I was just as deadly.
He spat out blood, and was that… Oh fuck.Look, a tooth.
