Blood In The Water

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"I'm gonna make this real easy for ya, Joseph. You get me the final ten thousand you owe, or that boss of yours is finished. I put him in office, I can take him out whenever I want." Kevin growled menacingly across the finished mahogany table "don't think I won't do it, I cut far more important throat's than his."

"Mr. Price, you gotta understand, there's a- a tremendous debt from last year's-"

"Let me stop you right there.. I don't care how much you owe other people, I only care about what you owe me. The clock's tickin'. You promised me ten, I'm getting ten, one way or another. Now you can give me what you owe, willingly, and your boss can keep his place, or you can keep tryin' to hold out on me, and you go right out this window, I take everything your family has, and your boss is on the front page of the Times with his brains on the wall. It's your choice, Joseph."

"Where am I supposed to get the money, I don't have it!" The man insisted, a nervous sweat beading down his temple

"That ain't my problem. Sell your body, sell your house, I don't give a fuck, just get it..you don't want to face consequences like these.. it ain't gonna be just you, neither, don't go thinking you'll die like a martyr, savin' the day.. you got a wife at home, don't you? Three little kids.."

"Don't you dare touch them.."

"It's up to you, Joe. It's all up to you, give me what you owe, or I'll find your little house, I'll make love to that pretty little wife'a yours, and there'll be nothin' left of that place but ash and rubble by the time I leave.. I just hope everybody makes it out okay... fires just spread so quick, you know, somebody leaves a window open, the whole place is up in seconds.. that'd be an awful shame.. you got a little girl, right, about four? What's her name.. Edith? She probably don't know how to use a fire ladder, or nothin, does she? Scared'a heights"

"You're a fucking monster" the man growled in response

"Hey, it's just business, pal... don't make me do this, Joe, I don't want to. It's your decision. Just get me my money, all this goes away, simple as that.. though I can't make no promises about that wife'a yours, she's been trying to blow me since the mayor's ball.. told me herself, she needs a real man, her husband just don't know how to satisfy her.." Kevin paced around the office, his ego filling the room as he tossed his handkerchief onto the table for his adversary to dab his forehead with

"You shut the hell up about my wife- you're lying!"

"Am I? ...why don't you n' me play a little game, huh? Put that theory to the test.. you remember what she was wearin' that night?"

"Of course I do."

"So do I.. black lace."

"Her dress was blue"

"I ain't talking about her dress, Joe." Kevin grinned wickedly

He wasn't lying. Joe had introduced them that night, they spoke for only a few minutes. Before the evening was over, she had followed him to the restroom and propositioned him. Now, he doesn't go for ladies all that often anymore, he certainly prefers the the company of other fellas. But with the combination of cocaine and alcohol in his system, as well as the leverage he immediately knew it would give him, he accepted. Right there in the bathroom.
It's not like he's ever been one to turn down sex of any kind.

If his mother were alive to hear him talk like this, she'd slap him upside the head, and rightfully so. She didn't raise him to be like that. But when money's involved, Kevin becomes a much different person. His greed gets the best of him, and he will be just as nasty as he needs to be. This is how you play the game. Likely why he keeps Connor so far away from it all. He doesn't want Connor seeing this side of him, the one that only comes out at work. He doesn't need to see this.