❝Morrison is my archenemy and he only dies with my hands wrapped around his neck...❞
Carl John Morrison has never met any man who surpasses Aiden Black. He's a stuck-up prick. Easy on the eye. A lethal weapon.
And Carl has a weakness for him.
A tr...
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Ch. 32: Talk is overrated
The first thing Aiden did when he got back to his home was stripping his blood stained—sweat reeking clothes, down to his boxers. Second on the list, he called Takashi.
In a heartbeat his call was picked up. “Aiden!” Takashi exclaimed. “Shit, how’d everything go with the kid?”
Must feel great to have your kind of energy.
What Aiden was craving right now was a nice, long, serene bubble bath in his fancy tub which was big enough to host an entire basketball team and forget about everything else that had transpired a few hours ago.
Carl going blizzard on him earlier was just a cherry on top of his shit-tone cake of problems that needed to be resolved sooner than later.
“She’s going to be okay, won’t she?” he added, wary.
“The doctor said if push comes to shove, she might need a kidney transplant.” Aiden spoke in a low tone filled with uncertainty. “But that’s a matter of opinion. I hope it doesn’t come to that.” Sighing, “Things with Carl are already complicated as it is.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” Takashi muttered then paused on his thought. “Do you want a share on the table with our new favorite guests?”
Aiden had already thought about painful techniques of dishing out retribution during his lengthy drive to the hospital, and managed to come up with a fair share of artistic ways which would make any man with red blood scream—not in a good way—but now he didn’t feel like wasting his time on those lousy kidnappers.
“Deal with that,” Aiden said at last, voice curt. “I trust you to show them a good time.” His jaw tightened. “People should know who not to fuck with.”
“You know me my boy,” Takashi drawled in that arrogant voice of his which could’ve made Aiden snort on any other day. Not today though. “I know how to throw a good party.”
Aiden knew these men’s fate but he felt nothing remotely close to sorry for them. It was going to be a misfortunate ending for them. He had personally experienced the angelic side of the Asian mafia, they could be one’s amigo guided by loyalty—or someone’s worst fucking nightmare.
When you bargain with the devil, you gotta know how to survive his playground.
“Good.” Aiden nodded.
“Get yourself some rest, man. I’ll handle things here.”
The call ended with Aiden feeling an unsettling splice in his gut. He could barely fathom the thought of waiting until Carl cooled down to have a civil conversation. Then again he didn’t want to be at the receiving end of the man’s wrath. Not when the look of betrayal was still fresh in his eyes.
