It's His Fault (On Hold)

Chapter two: mercy

Taretto P.O.V

"How is this a problem, he's no one." I sit at the head of my dining table listening the management talk about this problem. In fact it's not a problem at all. There wasting my time talking about some 'rival' that wants what's his.

"Taretto, I don't think you should underestimate this boy. He might be young but remember what he did to the Rikers head member." Oh yeah I forgot about that, he did some sick shit I wouldn't even have done.

"I've had him once before and made him my bitch. If he tries anything my boys will take care of whatever he might have planned."

"I'm afraid it's not going to be that simple this time. It's been a long time since you had him and he's-- changed."

"What do you mean changed?"

The room shifts with tension. "Ever since what happened, he's just changed, the things he's been doing, he shows no mercy. He doesn't care about anything anymore. He goes around and does meaningless bullshit just to get off, now I don't think you should take his threat lightly."

"How does he even know about them, or even that their here?" This doesn't sound like the same man I've known for a pretty long time. "He has eyes everywhere Taretto, I told you he's changed, he's fucking crazy." His voice raises. "Well what do you want me to do then huh, this is why you came here right? You want me to deal with him?"

"I want you to be careful, I can't have you fucking up my organization because you won't take this motherfucker seriously. When I tell you it's not a God damn joke it's not a God damn joke, do you understand?" He shouts, slamming his hand on my table.

"I'm not gonna repeat myself." He slams his fists down this time, the others stiff in around the table, their eyes going from him to me. "Understood." I reply finally.

"Good, now I want you to send your best boys out to take care of his watchers and him." My best boys. "Who you got to put up?" He asks. I don't need to take time to think, I know who my best boys are that will get the job done with no hesitation.

"My best--well there's Cameron, Demetrius, Tommy and my best I would have to say is Colton." Those are my top fellas to get the job done. "Oh, you can kill his watchers but I want you to bring Mr. Crazy back here, I wanna have a word with him myself." He smirks.

"No problem."

"And your boys, they live by our modo correct?"

"Correct." I reply with a low huff under my breath. "And what is our modo Taretto?" He always does this. "Enemies need no mercy." I say just loud enough so he could hear. "Again, louder."

"Enemies need no mercy." Louder this time, saying with meaning, with feeling. "Enemies need no mercy, good now, you go and give them the good news. When you have him in your possession call me." He rises from the chair with his two men standing behind him. Then the rest of the table rises and follows close up his ass like little fucking puppies.

One the room is empty, and I'm the only one left seated at the table I take a sip of scotch.

"Enemies need no mercy." I say once more in a whisper to myself. I've been living by this modo since I was sixteen years old. I've never disobeyed this modo, I never show mercy to those who I call my enemy.

I finish my scotch with one last swig and slide the glass only a short distance down the very long dining table. I stand and fix my suit, turn and leave to fetch my top notch sinners with no mercy to spare.

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Cameron P.O.V

When I walked in to find Alice on the desk of Taretto with no shirt, and with Taretto standing in front of her with his pants undone, I was shocked.