CRAZY IN KILLER HANDS

Vince's shortfuse

Three months since his bride went missing. He was going crazy. He had them search everywhere. It was like she left the planet.

Three of his guys threw the owner of the café she was last spotted at, to the floor in Vince's office. He slapped him clean across his miserable face and pulled out a gun, sticking it on this guy's temple. "You're gonna tell me what you know or I'll assume you killed her and torture you every single FUCKING DAY OF YOUR MISERABLE ASS LIFE!" Vince was losing his handle on his temper every day that passed and sooner or later someone would have to take his rage.

"Some guy tipped me a lot of money to scrub the cams clean. He took her. She looked high off her mind on ketamine. If she's dead, it was him, not me. Please let me go." The man begged. He had soiled himself and was shaking so hard it travled through the gun to Vince's arm.

He struck him with his gun in a burst of frustration and told his men to make a sketch. They nodded, understanding what he wanted. He looked out the window, wondering who is the fucker who's taken his bride. Who is the dumbest man alive?

A woman popped in with a portrait sketch based on what the café owner told them. He looked at it and scoffed. It looked like the CEO/ owner of that megacorporation they were trying to take down. There was no way this was right. He scoffed again but screamed in grief-stricken horror and rage as he realized that this was his only lead and his only hope.

He got in a van with his armed men and drove out to the rich bastard's house. As he rang the doorbell, he heard a squeal from a woman inside, but the fence was electrified. He rang it over and over and over again until the door opened, and there stood a very upset rich bastard.

"What do I owe the pleasure? Top dog all the way out here? Can't just be for me." He demanded to Vince.

Vince got out his men in tow hoping to get a chance to intimidate him. "Just came for a visit to my favorite nemesis. Hoping to strike a deal that would help the both of us... coexist." Vince called out.

"Just you and none of your guns. Then we can talk." Jared demanded from the other side of the gate. Vince whistled and his men took his gun and got back inside the van. Jared opened the gate and walked Vince inside. They sat across from each other in the livingroom.

"So let's talk business. I assume you're wanting a portion of the income from around here. To be honest, I do have some favors to ask for that might be worth a couple chain businesses." Jared spoke calmly as his maid android handed him a hot cup of tea.

Vincent was taken aback by the offer and found himself intrigued. His eyes glanced at a lingerie on the floor and tried to remain calm. Jared followed his eyeline and laughed. "It's my playmates. I tend to be busy with her often. You know how it is, I'm sure, as also a man in power." Vince nodded and accepted the tea but placed it on the table. "Whats the favors?" Vince asked trying to civil.

"I've taken up a nasty habit of doing some charity work. Cleaning up this town of its filth, the bloody way. If you know what I mean. But you're the one with the police chief under his rule and I've love just a free for all pass to do my hobby. You know, just ask him to turn a blind eye with all the new income you'll be getting." He states without much tone to his voice as if this was just an everyday conversation.

"That depends on if you've already killed something of mine. I won her in a deal between me and her legal guardian. She's mine by all rights but I let her live on her own while I shaped up my empire." Vince said intensely. Jared laughed and shrugged. Vince pulled out a recent photo his men had taken before she disappeared and handed it to him.

Jared's eyes became glued to the photo. His rage boiled up from the depths and he felt a strange sensation in his chest. Jealousy. She was his plaything. She was his toy. She was his. His and his alone. He wasn't about to share now as he had never shared before. He hid it all away underneath his usual facade and smiled at Vince.

"Is this really the deal breaker? I'm sure your... empire, could still use the income. And maybe for your heartache, I could throw in a few more chains? It wouldn't hurt me too badly as I'm to acquire a new law firm." Jared managed to say calmly.

Vince's blood ran cold and it felt as if someone has taken the only happiness he had left and shattered it.
"You're sure? She's already gone? You... you killed her?" Vince barely choked out of his tight throat.

Jared nodded and took a sip of tea, "But, my offer stands. If you're willing to look past my transgression." Vince stood up and nodded handing him his card. He stood in the door way and turned to look at Jared.

"I accept your offer but mark my words if you ever lay hands on any and I mean ANY of my people I will kill you myself. I'll tell them to be wary of you and you should be wary of them." Vince seethed before leaving completely.

His second in command in the driver's seat, Dennis, drove off and asked, "Are we sure he's telling the truth boss?" Vince shook his head and sighed.

"I dont think he is but what would a killer like him want from her? A better question would be, if he does have her, alive, how the fuck are we going to get her out of that fortress?" One of his tech guys in the backseat scoffs, "Well, I dont think we'll have to worry about that. He's just booked two tickets to his personal island. So if she's going with it'll be an easier snag and if she's not we won't have to worry about the security. He won't be able to come back in time to stop us."

Vince nods and thinks about the business side of things. "We have to get ready to strike AFTER the businesses are mine. We need the money if we want to expand outwards."