Falling For Insanity

The Grand Plan

Chapter Fifteen
Eric's POV

"Don't try to pull one over on me now, Eric." Kale says, giving a look of defeat, as if this would be his last straw. "You're my best man. I really don't want to have to get rid of you."

I put a hand on my chest in mocking shock. "Pull one over on you? Me?" I wave the hand that was on my chest dismissively. "You know you have nothing to worry about when it comes to my loyalty."

He eyes me skeptically. "Then what is this all about? You never come to talk in person." Kale sits in his grand desk chair in his home office, chair turning from side to side as he waits for my response. 

I had been planning on paying Kale a visit for about a week now. After giving him a call a couple days ago, he agreed to meet. Usually our business was done through simple phone calls so it did give him room for suspicion. But this hour or so drive would be worth both of our time.

Sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk, I lean forward a bit, resting my elbows on my knees as I got serious. "I know a way we can make a lot more money."

He chuckles. "I make a lot of money already, Eric. I highly doubt any idea you have is going to be worth my extra work for a small amount of profit."

"You haven't heard me out yet." I put my hands up between us, infecting for him to slow his roll. "What if you didn't have to lift a finger? Much like your and my situation." He arches an eyebrow, giving me a sign to continue. "Cash flow to you with only having to instruct."

He fiddles with the pen on his desk, spinning it around between his fingers. "So what are you saying? You found someone who can do what you do?"

Without any control, a smile spreads across my face.

"I found five."

Kale sits up straighter, hand dropping the pen to brace them both on the armrests of his chair.  "What do you mean, five?"

"It means more hits we can do. It also means we can do them more often with the amount of extra hands." I explain. "We do one every handful of months. You know how much cash we make off of just one every so often. Imagine making that money multiple times a month."

He nods his head from side to side

"You say money can always come to an end." I remind him. "But enemies never do." Kale grins, letting out a huff of breath, catching on to where I'm going with this. "That's a lot of people to kill..."

"And a lot of money to make..." he finishes for me, the idea growing on him by the second. "What makes you think these men will do it?"

My smile gets bigger, the information I get to tell him just getting better and better. "There's two girls. One boy. Two men. You already know Cory."

"Kids?" He shakes his head. "No. Fuck that. That's a recipe for disaster. I'll be locked up before the first bodies even cold."

"Trust me, Kale, these kids are smart." I assure him. "Not a one of them has any will to live but mass amounts of hate that they're ready to take out on someone else. Every one of them have a different reason as to why they need this money. All but one of them has experience."

"Experience?"

"Four of them have killed before. One of them has been present." I answer. "They want this, Kale."

His eyes dance around the room in thought.

"Cory and I can teach them everything they need to know." I go on. "They'll be just as good as us. We'll make them better. You'll have seven personal assassins, Kale. Truly picture the money and power that will come from that."