lot, I
at first thought that I was the only one there. Then I saw a few cars in the
back and pulled mine over to where they were. I stepped out of my car and made
my way to the building. I had a briefcase in my hand just in case the matter
required large sums of cash. I had a bad feeling in my gut and when that
happened it usually meant I was in for one hell of a night. I considered
heading back home and telling Gord to just deal with
whatever he had going on, but maybe losing my mind in front of them would
prevent such meetings like this from happening again.
I walked into the building and wandered around. It
wasn't long before I saw a group of guys in the back. When I walked up to them
my heart went into my throat and constricted my breathing. There was Gord standing there with the guy that had made the phone
call to me. The other guy, I was sure his name was Teddy, he was one of the
guys that handled the killings from the three strike list. None of this was
surprising, but what was surprising was the three people who were on their
knees in front of them. To my dismay, I suddenly found myself in a situation
that I didn't want or need to be in. The three on their knees had bags over
their heads and their wrists were tied with rope. I threw my hands above my
head exasperated. Was this really how my father ran things? It just blew my
mind that they would call me down while they were in the middle of killing
people. Was everyone but me out of their minds?
“What the fuck is going on here, Gord ?”
I had never felt angrier in my life.
He handed over what looked like a Glock to me. I took
it and stared down at it confused. Why the hell was he giving me a gun?
“Damon, these are the three from the list of the three
strikes.”
“ Ya , I think that's pretty
obvious, Gord . What is less obvious is what the hell
I'm doing here,” I roared. My blood pressure was going through the roof and I
wasn't sure if I was going to be able to contain my temper. I wanted nothing
more than to strike Gord for his idiocy.
“You need to kill them, Damon.”
I looked at him as if he had grown three heads right
before my eyes. “You are not the boss Gord , and I'm a
little surprised I even have to say that. Don't sit there and give me fucking
orders.”
“I'm not giving you orders. This is the process a new
leader has to take. Your father had to do the same. We need to know that you
will do whatever it takes to be a true leader. You need to kill them, Damon,
otherwise word will get around to other members of the MOB that maybe it's okay
to do things like this and get away with it.”
“Do it yourself and it will send the same message.”
“No Damon, it has to be you this time.”
I was certain that Gord knew
that I had no experience with things like that. He knew that I had never killed
anyone before. I considered ordering them to do the job themselves but I
wondered if I was being tested. If they thought they had someone weak running
the company it was likely that I could be removed in the same manner as the
people on their knees. Family or not, they would not have someone weak running
the show. The reason why my father was a great leader of the organization was
because he was terrifying. To everyone, he was a ruthless man that never let
anyone get in his way. I needed to be the same kind of man or I would lose
control of my men and I couldn't have that.
“You are new to the organization Damon, this is
important. Once you have taken care of these pieces of shit you will understand
what needs to be done to be the kind of leader we all need.”
I nodded. Well fuck me. “Look, I want you two
to both get the fuck out of here. I will deal with these three.” I gave them a
look that should have told them not to fuck with me for a moment.
“I don't think—” Gord stammered.
“Get the fuck out!” I roared in his face, shaking
before him.
That was all it took for the two of them to hightail
it out of there. Holy fuck, I stood