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And when her father, who turns out to be the most important man in your life, dies to make sure they don’t get away with their crimes, it serves as a lot more motivation, and is likely to make the job much easier than it originally would have been otherwise.
It’s been a long time since we began planning the downfall of Flames of Hell; however, I had taken a special interest in it a long time ago.
Before we left the location of the stash, I'd planted explosives in the building, and they were set to go off moments after we left. This means that most of the Flames of Hell men are either dead or injured.
Planting a mole in the gang had been the first step, and it had made things much easier than they would have been if we were going in blind.
Flames of Hell had been so confident in the strength of their numbers that they never suspected there could ever be someone among them who could ruin them from the inside out.
Taking out the leader of Flames of Hell would have been an almost impossible task if it weren’t for this.
“They’re all out like a light.” I read the text again. Simple, and yet, the one thing I have desired for so long. Now that the leaders of Flames of Hell have been drugged by my mole, it’s only a matter of time before the whole thing crumbles.
“My man on the inside has the Flames of Hell leaders tied up somewhere,” I say to Rueben, beaming with pride.
“How did he manage to pull that off?” Wonder flickers in Rueben's gaze. “Who is he?”
“You'll see,” I say to him, leading the way.
We drive to the location and I park outside. It is an abandoned building.
“This is the place?” he asks, looking at the building, and I nod.
We step out of the car and head straight inside, where we're greeted by Shane Deacon, son of Alfred Deacon, leader of the Flames of Hell gang.
“Are you kidding me?” Rueben looks impressed.
I’m pleased. It’s hard to impress Rueben.
“They were having a meeting. They thought they were getting the stash for sure, so they wanted to celebrate. It was easy to drug the alcohol. They’re all tied up for you, boss Tanner,” Shane explains.
“Mr. Smith,” I correct him. “You’ve done well.”
“That man deserves to die slowly for what he did to me,” Shane says, his anger evident in his voice.
I smile sympathetically, seeing myself in the younger man.
Shane’s mom was also a drug addict. She was a prostitute who Deacon used at will only to throw out once he got bored, not knowing she was pregnant. She also sold Shane to his father for a brick of cocaine.
Only Deacon was such a sadistic bastard that he fed her the entire brick in one go right in front of Shane, and had him stay in the room and watch his mom die. He was little, and he blamed the man for the death of his mother.
Shane was more than willing to put an end to Deacon.
I suddenly remember how my path crossed with Rueben's.
Slim Tee happened to be in the way of Rueben’s territory acquisition, and when Rueben came to clear him out, he put up a fight. As his best fighter at the time, I’d been brought forward to fight Rueben. It was the first time in a long time that I’d known fear.
I had never faced an opponent like Rueben before. His speed, tactics, and strength were really a thing of marvel.
In Slim Tee's office, he beat the living daylights out of me. Rueben had a misunderstanding with Slim Tee, and for some reason, he had come by the office to settle things. But things got heated and a fight ensued.
Slim Tee asked me to fight Rueben because he'd taken out all the other men with his bare hands. I had watched him beat them upwithout breaking a sweat, so I knew fighting him was suicide, but I attempted it anyway.
Rueben, despite having beaten me black and blue, said that he admired my skills and potential. He offered me a chance to join him.
Without hesitation, I turned on Slim Tee and beat him to death with my bare hands.
Rueben smiles as he walks toward the tied-up leaders of Flames of Hell. They had been drugged in order to be tied up, but are awake now, just unable to move and with their mouths gagged.
