Savior (BWWM)

Six

ROMAN'S POV

"Do you have my guns." Jack questioned eyeing at my men beside me as if they we're going to attack him.

I let out a dry chuckle. "They don't bite. And yeah, I've got your guns. When have I ever disappointed you?"

Jack wasn't a first time buyer. I always sold him guns and he always paid me good amounts of money for them.

He handed me a duffle bag, full of cash. I gave him a nod indicating the deal was done and started making my way to my car.

"I heard Luis was in town." He spoke casually.

I stopped mid step, jaw tight. My eyes locked onto his.

"What do you know about Luis?"

"Come on, everyone knows what Luis did to you. It's known. It's talked about." He softly smiled but it soon faded as he seen my face. "Look, nobody knows where Luis is, hell or what he even looks like anymore." He came over putting his hand on my shoulder. "You just have to forget and forgive son."

I shook my head. Jack had never stepped out of line like this before. Everyone knew the rules around me. You don't touch me. You don't talk about him. And you sure as hell don't try to advise me like we're equals.

I quickly grabbed his hand off my shoulder twisting his arm backward until I heard a satisfying pop. His men raised their weapons, but he waved them down. Good call. I smirked. He knew what I was capable of, if his men would've fired, that would have been the end of his little empire.

I got close to his ear, "You don't know shit about Luis like I do. Don't ever put your hands on me like that again, if you do, I'll break your fucking arm next time." I shoved him back. He winced and rotated his shoulder, trying to play it cool like I hadn't just dislocated it.

He cleared his throat but still looked disoriented. "Nice doing business with you Mr. Ferrari."

I nodded at my men to grab the duffle bag and headed back to my car.

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Planning on what I was going to do when I found Luis was a long list of things. Mainly torture. I wanted him dead. But not quickly. Slowly. Painfully. I'd take over everything he built, piece by piece. He'd watch it all crumble before I put him in the ground.

Now I was sitting in Geraldo's office. The man looked like someone had dragged him through hell. His face was swollen, bruised, one eye nearly shut. He limped to his seat behind his desk.

"You look like shit."

"I know." He softly chuckled sitting down. "So, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Don't play dumb." I warned. "You said you knew information about Luis, so spill."

He held his hands up in surrender. "Not a man for small talk before a heavy conversation?" He joked.

I said nothing. He got the message.

He leaned back into his chair tossing around a pen. "You know, I hire all my workers for a reason. Either they have a nice ass, body, or good face." He paused as I looked at him with annoyance.

"Geraldo..."

"Hold on. There's a point." He sighed. "When I first opened the club, I had a second purpose, intel. It was the perfect place to keep an eye on people. Hear things others couldn't."

I leaned forward. "You did recon on Luis?"

"Tried." He nodded. "You're not the only one he screwed over. He killed someone I loved, too. I sent men to get close, every single one ended up dead. He's careful. The only thing I got was a list of his business contacts."

He slid a vanilla folder across the desk. I grabbed it and flipped through it. My jaw clenched.

"Some of these people buy weapons from me."

"Exactly," Geraldo muttered. "Have you found any information on the guy who shot me?" He shifted in his seat.

I shook my head. "No trace. Professional hit. No prints, no bullet casings, clean as hell."

"Unless..." he paused.

"Unless what?" I asked.

"Michael Purina." He rubbed his jaw. "I owed him some money. Not a lot, but enough. Did some deals with him a while back."

I flipped to a page in the folder that read his name. A pale man stared back at me in the photo.. Greasy hair and sunken eyes.

"Why didn't I put this together earlier..." Geraldo muttered.

Of course. He'd been dealing with the enemy the whole time and didn't even know it. And he didn't pay them back. Typical.

I stood and tucked the folder under my arm. "I'll find Michael. And I'll keep watching your shitty club while you heal."

"Wait," Geraldo said, holding up a finger. "There's one more thing. About who I hire..."

I sighed. "Yeah? What about it?"

"I looked into Luis's family after he killed my wife. Took years to find anything. But eventually... I did. His wife? Died a few years ago."

I stared, waiting for the part that mattered.

"But I found something better." He leaned forward, a cruel little smile creeping onto his face. "His daughter."

I froze.

"She got out of college a while back. No job, in debt, desperate. So I offered her a spot here. She took it without hesitation. She didn't list any emergency contacts, no family, no friends, nothing. I've kept tabs on her ever since. Thought I could use her against him one day... but she turned out useless. Too quiet. Too guarded."

The pieces were falling into place. My jaw clenched.

"Who is she?"

He held my gaze.

"Blake."