the four types of soulmates

five

Jonah

The conversation with Juliet didn't go as I planned. I wanted her to talk to me because in about 3 days she's going to be in a room filled with the deadliest people in this world. Well the only ones that we have a deal with, and she won't even have a clue.

Do I feel bad about not telling my baby sister the truth? Yes of course it eats at me every day.
Am I doing what's best for her. Yes. Definitely.

I watch her walk out of her room. I walked out into the corridor and pass the entry way. I saw Preston standing their waiting for Jules, I quickly gave him a firm nod before walking up to my office. I opened the door and found Graham and Spencer sitting there ready for me.

''Should we get going?'' I asked putting on a stern voice. both boys nodded their heads standing up and following my out to the foyer.

''Preston is going to be out all day. That gives us about 7 hours to get this shit done. If we don't get the information that we need from this guy I will kill him, no one shoots at my family and gets away with it.'' I've been in a raging mood since the shooting. We couldn't find shit about who, what, when, we already know the why. Spencer has been cracking code after code to catch this son of a bitch and we finally caught him.

The ride to the warehouse was quiet. Not one of us said anything. we usually don't.

''What do we know about this guy spence?'' I asked from the front seat.

''His name is Edward Jones the third, he has been married three times and divorced twice. He has two daughters with the same women. He works as a mechanic and has been for 24 years. Lives with his wife and dog, besides getting divorce twice there's no red flags that stand out.'' I nodded my head.

''Graham can you send some men over to the house. No one is hurting the women; I just want this guy to speak, make sure Angie is with them and her team.'' Graham nodded his head pulling out his phone to call some of our guys.

Before you think the worse of us. we do not hurt women; we do not touch women. So if we need a women brought in, we get a women to do it for us.

I pulled up to the building. Its everything you expect it to be. Old, a little rustic, but it gives it personality. I made eye contact with one of my men, he gave me a short but firm nod before opening the doors for me. inside the warehouse is a little different. It has an all-black interior that's it.

''Good morning Mr Harrington. I just wanted to let you know that your guys brought Edward Jones in, he is in cell 73.'' My receptionist piped up.

''Danke Samantha.'' I nodded my heads towards her, making her cheeks flush. (thank you Samantha)

When our father was the Don, he built an underground area to keep his prisoners. He liked to call it his torcher chambers. He slowly start to have this weird obsession with this one case, that drove him to become insane.

When I was 24 our father committed suicide, leaving me to clean up all the mess he made with other Mafia leaders. I slowly started to gain respect from former enemies who now would show up on my doorstep if I needed them. The German Mafia slowly grew, and we became more popular to the underground world.

I trained the family. Some of us were already trained but the younger ones I took that responsibility upon myself. They see me at my worse, times were I wish I couldn't see myself.

We made our way down to the chambers, people's screams filling my ears, a dark smile forming on my face. We made our way down the hall, passing the people we've chained up.

''He's already for you boss.'' I nodded at the security guard that was placed outside of the cell.

This was going to be fun.

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All my love, always.

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