Page 37 of Pucked Around and Found Out

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I spin to the side with my gun aimed and ready to fire, the guy on the end with the man bun stands there with his gun aimed at the back of Victor’s head. The fucker fired a warning shot and shifted the focus to him.

His eyes are alight with hunger, not for sustenance but for blood. I recognize the look, I see it every day in the mirror. Caspian is at my side, his gun is cocked and aimed at Carnage, something about the guy in my eyesight tells me he is the true leader of the bitch’s new squad. He holds my gaze unflinching, not an ounce of worry over all the guns trained on him, waiting for me to give the order to fire.

“I’m not a man with a lot of patience,” he begins. “Time is money. I have plenty of the latter but not enough of the former.” His tone is controlled, it’s clear he’s used to being in control and calling the shots. When I see the masked fuckers shift out of the corner of my eye I change my stance, keeping all of them in my line of sight. “A conversation needs to be had. We can do that now before your fairy blows your house up or we can do it after, but either way it’s going to happen.”

This motherfucker thinks he can come onto my turf and call the fucking shots!

I don’t give a fuck who he thinks he is. I’m the Don and this asshole will learn that quick or his lips will be in my treasure jar with the other sons of bitches who thought they could best me.

I’m not the type of guy who stands by and allows his men to do the dirty work for him. I lead by example and if this fucker thinks he is going to dangle the life of one of my guys over my head without me retaliating, then he has another fucking thing coming.

“Mark them,” I order. My men all shift their aim and point their guns at the masked fucks and the bitch that has attached himself to Toren’s tit. I meet the bastard's stormy gaze and allow him to see the beast lurking beneath the surface, ready to rise at a moment's notice and lay waste to all of them without batting an eye or losing a wink of sleep.

“Let me tell you something,” I grit out. “I’m not someone to underestimate.” His features remain impassive but I see the twitch in his right eye. “You have seven of my men but there are always ten here patrolling.” My statement has his jaw locking, yeah you cocksucker, I got you by the balls. “While you were busy capturing these ones, the other three were shutting off the gas in the house and activating our failsafe.” Toren’s growl brings a smile to my face, the smug bitch thought she could trash my apartment then blow my fucking house up. All the spotlights around the property turn on, the light is blinding but I refuse to blink.

These cunts need to see I’m in control. I don’t give a fuck if they have a reputation and are famous across the country for what they do. Their biggest mistake was thinking I was under prepared and unequipped to take over the Cosa Nostra.

“What you failed to do was disable the security system.”

“I forgot nothing, it was left for a reason,” he fires back.

I shrug. “I have nothing to discuss with any of you and for the fucking record, Butcher. I no longer have a blind spot, her brother made sure of that,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I turn from the fucker and stare at Toren, my enemy, the bane of my existence that needs to evaporate into thin air like she never existed. “Now.” One word, that’s all it takes. She stiffens beside her guard dog but she knows, if she disobeys me, then they will pay the price.

“Your focus is too shifted, Devlin.” I snap my head to the side and glare at The Butcher.

“No. I know where the finish line is and I’m about to cross it.”

He shakes his head and smiles, but it’s unhinged. “You saw what she wanted you to.” I grow still. “She knew you would be watching and made sure to say the right things.” My nostrils flare.

“I told you I was coming for you.” Her voice is like a battering ram to my eardrums. I slowly turn to face her, the look of devastation and fear is gone, replaced by one of cunning satisfaction. “I may not be your blind spot, but I sure as fuck know how to create enough rage inside you that you don’t see clearly.”

“I’m going to slaughter you, Tink,” I warn.

“You won’t get the fucking chance if you don’t listen.” Her tone is firm and unyielding. I hate that the cunt thinks she has the upper hand.

“You want to talk?” I snarl.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s take a ride, Tink.” My tone is husky and tinged with lust.

Her lips pinch to the side, she’s debating if she should fight me or not, so I push on.

“Just me and you.” I see her intake of breath, it’s sharp and fast but I saw it.

“Fine.”

“Tor, no.” She faces the cunt at her side and places a hand on his chest. I’m going to break each of those fucking fingers!

“Carn, go back to the house. This is what we wanted, trust me.”

He eyes her silently for a second, then turns his focus to me. “Harm her and I’ll make sure your body never lays to rest next to your sister.”

I see red.

I inch forward, ready to tear his fucking head off. “Not now,” Cas utters low enough for only me to hear as he blocks my path. “They have men scattered around us, we don’t have the manpower for a gun fight when over half our guys are out searching for Masen and Steven.” I know what he’s saying is true, but it doesn’t appease the beast inside me, hungering for that cunt’s blood.