The Dividing Line: ABSOLUTION #COMPLETED (Book 3)

33 ѱ THE CHIEF (BWWM)

THE WAREHOUSE

"Where is he?"

"Right this way, sir."

"I don't know what the hell you were thinking, but this is the biggest cluster-fuck I have ever seen in my life. This dumb shit has people breathing down my neck from here to Timbuktu, and you of all people know better than to allow an operation to get this far out of hand. Hot dammit man, what's wrong with you that you've got your head shoved so far up your own ass that you managed to mess up this bad?"

"Chief, we did everything in our power to bring this to a peaceful end, but this situation is more complicated and convoluted than we previously understood. There was no way we could get rid of folks using our standard practices. The main players in this here fiasco are all connected to some pretty powerful people."

"Which one of them has the most consequential backers?"

"That would be this young lady right here," The man stated as he rifled through the photos stacked neatly and categorized on the desk to point out a picture of Angel.

"Where is she right this moment?" A man they called 'Chief' kept his eyes on the other photos.

"Currently, she's being treated at Medical City Hospital in Dallas after some of our folks snatched her right out of the emergency room."

"Who is next in line?"

"Well, of course, it's her fiancé, and then the guy we have here is the silly motherfucker who got this shit-show rolling downhill."

"What do you mean by that, Berg?"

"This is Allen Cole McGregor. He was the head of the Kansas City, Missouri branch after his uncle Jedidiah McGregor passed away."

"Yeah... yeah. I heard about this unlucky bastard. He's the one with the black baby mama," the old man spat out the words as if they burned his tongue. The fact that he was aware of that little detail left Igor with a knot in his stomach. How he could've ever believed his actions would go unnoticed seemed futile in the presence of this man. The best thing for him to do was continue briefing the older gentleman as if the few seconds in which he'd paused never existed.

"This is the other nephew..."

"What's the story on this stupid little dipshit?"

Igor was no fool. He suspected every person involved in this calamity was exposed down to the very first day they took a breath, piss, and shit in this world. So, as he lined up the series of surveillance photos, Igor accepted that the best thing for him to do was cooperate and hope like hell his ass didn't get cast into the fire right along with everyone else.

"Bruce is Cole's cousin. He set Cole up with some dirty cops right at seven years ago. Bruce got Cole busted for possession with the intent to sell cocaine. Because Cole had a lot of clout, he did no major time. He served five years and was released with six months probation. His asshole cousin convinced him to meet in Arkansas, promising to get Cole back on track financially. One of his guys informed us that they intended to ambush Cole from the beginning and leave him for dead far enough away so no one would question his absence or become suspicious enough over his disappearance. After they beat him within an inch of his life, they figured he would freeze to death since he was stabbed and stomped like a crushed Coke can. Bruce and some of his enforcers threw Cole out of a moving vehicle far out on some rural road way back in the thick. That little bastard even went so far as to bribe the probation officer to forge the documents stating that Cole met all of his probation requirements even though he'd already done everything in his power to make sure his own cousin was dead."