Gangs Of Vegas: The Butcher

Chapter 16

LAW 48

DO NOT GO PAST THE MARK YOU AIMED FOR IN VICTORY LEARN WHEN TO STOP

48 Laws of Power

G and Marlon steps out of the STRAT building and get their guns back, as soon as the fresh air hits on their faces, calm and cold G shifts his walk and turns to rush towards the car. Marlon goes confused on his sudden change. He wants to yell at G for fuçkin this meeting but it looks like G himself is more angry than Marlon. The driver has just came out of the driving seat as G snatches the keys and tosses it towards Marlon. He walks by push passing the driver and slides in the BMW were G is already in the passenger seat.

“We have to talk about what ju-”

“Just wait till we reach home, drive-” he looks at Marlon as his eyes are red with rage, “Faster... ”

He nodes and pushes the speed monitor from zero to hundred just in a couple of seconds. Rushing cars in Vegas are normal but this BMW is running insane. If there was a single speed breaker, the car might fly to moon. The speed keeps rising until it can no more. G has taught Marlon to read eyes, the easiest non verbal communication, and G's eyes show fear. The Butcher shows fear.

G pulls out his phone, “Ada, direct my call to Kane.” G sits the phone on his lap and produces a napkin and wipes his forehead. Fuçk G sweating! Maybe Marlon should hit the car in one of those trucks passing by, so the death may end this tension. He quickly shakes off these bullshít thoughts, Marlon, you are not thinking clearly.

“Yes Kane. Listen carefully, active security Z.” Marlon's eyes widens, he knows what security Z is. It is the highest level of security of their gang. It utters that every member with arsenal shall encircle the Angelo house and guard it till the next orders, the members are not supposed to stop providing protection even after their leader is dead. G never uses this security unless he is certain of his death. Fuçk G what have you done? Marlon looks over the boogeyman of Las Vegas who looks in such helplessness.

Soon they enter in the house where in launch Zayn is standing with an Russian Ak47 in his arms and Shiva who was sitting in sofa jumps up, “G, I heard you called for security Z?”

G looks around over the windows, “Why are the boys still not here?” he asks trying so hard to calm his tone but is failing.

“You asked for fifty men, they will take time to be here.” Shiva tells, tone in panic.

G looks at Zayn who is the only calm one here, “Go cover the door.” Zayn nodes and walks out. G takes a few breaths to ease his pulse, “If they are not here in fifteen minutes, we are taking the helicopter and head to Echo Bay. Angelo's privet jet will carry us to South Asia.”

“G, I know it's not the time for questions but for the sake of being ready to die, we need to know what's going on?” Shiva drives the attention.

G stares in his eyes, “Little Cooper, Jake Donavan, William Lane, Joseph Kane, Bruce, Thomas, JJ, Hawkins, Ibrahim, Landon. All of them are about to execute me tonight.”

Marlon goes stun, shocked, eyes burst open, his mouth hangs, “How can you be so sure?” These are probably the men who raised their hands, that's why G was staring at them in the strange way.

G glances over the shoulder, maybe Marlon doesn't know yet, that it is the most hateful question for G. Why don't these idiots get it, when G knows, he just knows.

Marlon loses it, “What the fuçk! Why had you suppose to do that? Didn't you fuçkin know that those all are blood thirsty monsters! They fuçkin kill for nothing and you just-” there are tears in his eyes, “Why the fuçk you had to present that fuçkin Godfather protocol?!” he pulls his hair, “Fuçk! Fuçk, fuçk, Fuçk!...”