Chapter 11 - The Great Trick The Devil Ever Played

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"So that is settled then? Is everyone happy?" Came the words from the mouth of Abraham Cohen, as he looked at the two men. The two men in front of him were Edgar and Ezra. "And don't forget, not a fucking word gets said to anyone"

The two men looked at him nervously, they both looked at Abraham and both wanted to say something but were apprehensive to speak first. It was Edgar who decided to break the silence.

"Look, Bram, I was careful that no one saw me that night but I'll not be able to look Jeremiah's widow in the eye ever again that's for sure" Edgar stated with words filled with guilt and shaky.

"Join the whores. He would happily lay with a young whore while his doting wife would be at home blissfully unaware of his gambling and drinking." Abraham retorted coldly with contempt. "If that old wailing wench comes in, here again, I'm half tempted to do the job myself." Once Abraham had finished his rant he grabbed the bottle of whiskey in front of his and poured himself a drink.

Abraham took the glass and drank it in one aggressively, all the time he never took his eyes off Ezra who was obviously desperate to say something. Abraham nodded his head and raised his eyebrow in approval for him to start talking.

"Well I, it's just," Ezra stumbled over his words. Abraham mocked him, much to Ezra's embarrassment. Abraham then cut in.

"Before you even carry on or attempt to, just be thankful that no even knows who the fuck you actually are, otherwise things may quickly become uncomfortable for you." Abraham spat.

"Now see here, you've got just as much to lose, I took care of Seamus Murphy, didn't I? And Edgar took care of the solicitor? Don't forget you need me, I legally own Healy's land." Replied Ezra in a nervous tone, he was shocked that he had replied to Abraham in such a manner.

"You own that fucking land in name only! Without me your ownership wouldn't mean a fucking thing!." Said Abraham sternly.

"I hear that gold claim you own potentially has enough gold to make the owner one of the richest men in the country," Edgar exclaimed, this drew a look of awe from Ezra.

"So you got me and Edgar to kill three men and steal land to line your God damn pockets?" Ezra questioned in disbelief.

With this the three men looked at each other, it was a Mexican stand-off. Without saying a word Abraham pulled two more glasses out of a draw in his desk and poured three large glasses of whiskey, he handed a glass to each of the men and then they toasted.

"I will say this now gentleman, if the three of us all work together we can own this town. But that would be too fucking easy! I want to own the whole territory. That Healy bastard should have sold to me when he had the chance! Hell, I even made his daughter a generous offer, as for Murphy? All that stupid Irish bastard cared about was his cut! Thank fuck you put him out of his misery!" Declared Abraham.

"How do you think the townspeople will take it when we start making more gold than we know what to do with?" Asked Edgar

"Oh, the townspeople can all line up and take turns sucking my cock! People already dislike me and not because I'm Jewish, the gentile fucks! No, they hate me because I make my money and I do so without hiding the fact I'll exploit some piece of pussy. Liquor, pussy and gold, that's how you make your fortune gentleman." Said Abraham.

There was then a knock on the door. With that, the three men stopped their conversation and Abraham called for the visitor to enter. The door opened and Betty walked into Abraham's office, she looked at the three men and wondered if they were all going to stay? With that Edgar and Ezra to left, once they had Abraham motioned for Betty to sit down.

"How can I help you, my dear?" Abraham had reverted back to his charming self, Betty seemed conflicted by Abraham's question and hesitated before she answered.

"Well you see, the thing is me and Ira are fond of each other. What with Rose leaving, well I know it's probably not good timing for you but I was thinking about leaving to be with Ira." Betty finally stopped nervously and waited for Abraham's response. Abraham eyed her with a small glint of anger which quickly turned to a sly smile.

"I must confess myself disappointed! I was hoping that you would become my number one girl. I mean I understand, Ira is a deputy and maybe one day he could be marshal, I also know that he could also be killed in the line of duty. If that were to happen you would be a widow with no income or means to make a living." Abraham awaited Betty's reply, he knew she was young and impressionable and was hoping to use his wit into making her stay.

"I have never thought of that. I suppose you're right? Ira will be so upset, I just hope he will understand that now isn't the time. It's just he doesn't like what I do for a living..." Betty finished with her words trailing off to a mumble.

"Did our fine deputy know of your profession before he developed feelings for you?" Asked Abraham.

"He did," replied Betty timidly. "I can't possibly be your number one girl I'm afraid."

"Why not, my dear?" Abraham questioned.

"Well I'm not that experienced, I haven't been with many men, I don't know how to satisfy them like Rose would have been able to" there was a nervousness to Betty's voice now.

"Don't worry my dear, I will take care of that" replied Abraham with a smile. Hearing this brought huge relief to Betty.

"There isn't much I haven't experienced, you can spend the night with me. I'll teach you all you need to know." With that there was a sudden look of shock on Betty's face, she never thought that she would ever have to sleep with Abraham let alone satisfy his every need.

Abraham opened a door in his office then motioned with his arm for Betty to go through to his bedroom, he stopped her just before she walked past him. "Lose the clothes, they are no good to anyone." He watched with satisfaction as Betty removed her clothing begrudgingly.

Betty felt very uneasy, she had heard that Abraham used to like taking the newer whores to his bed. She had also heard that depending on his mood he could be extremely rough, she hoped that he would be gentle. Betty sat on the bed and looked at Abraham nervously. He walked into the room clutching the bottle of whiskey, as he walked slowly to Betty he drank directly from the bottle, as he finished he put the bottle on the side table. He lit a lamp and closed the door, he looked at Betty's body with great admiration. "You ready?" Abraham asked. Betty just nodded silently.

Authors Note
Abraham, you sleazy, lying, dirty, double-crossing old bastard. I hate him! I hope you liked the chapter, I hope you don't feel the same about Abraham.

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