It was odd, he owned thisgarage for an entire decade, and during that time never once had it been aloss. Now, it was.
His men had already comeon ahead, and his suspicions were confirmed. Bozo had decided to hide withinplain sight. From what he could tell, the guy he had managing things had turnedup in a ditch, his body found just last week, but evidence of him decaying fora couple of months with his throat cut. The garage had been overrun by Bozo.
The piece of shit had beenworking the garage, and now it did not look like a garage you wanted to stopfor gas. There was trash piled high outside the main shop. The main fillerswere empty. No deliveries had been made. The last of the gas had been taken.
And now, he entered theshop. Several dead bodies were on the floor. His men had already come and takencare of them.
He made his way out towardthe back, where he found Bozo standing, hands cuffed. A couple of caged dogswere barking, trying to get to Bozo. Elias didn’t even want to think about whatthis piece of shit had done to those dogs.
“You did it, you caughtme,” Bozo said.
“Yeah, I did,” Elias said.
“Come on then, tell mewhat gave the game away?” Bozo asked with a smile. The moment he smiled herevealed several gold teeth.
“The quarterly reports,”Elias said.
He had never taken thetime to really look at Bozo and now that he did, he didn’t like him. The manhad an attitude problem a mile long. The piece of shit looked cocky, like hethought he was going to find a way to get out of this situation. The few menthat had been working for him were dead.
“Fuck me, are you serious?Those reports? That’s what did this?”
Elias didn’t like thisman. He knew he was no one to judge, but this man was cruel. He had no morals.He took and took like he thought it was his right to do so. Anger filled him ashe thought about the lives this man had hurt.
Again, it wasn’t his rightto judge. He wasn’t here as a good man. But he followed his own code. Hurtingyoung girls crossed the line. He did not force girls to work for him. He hadfew morals, but he stuck by them, as well as a code. Civilians were not to beharmed.
Now, he looked at the manthat had caused so much pain, and it was only a matter of time before he killedhim.
“You know you’re going todie today,” Elias said.
“Yeah, well, you’re afucking coward. Bringing your men to do the dirty work.”
Elias laughed. “You’rejust not used to having men be loyal without a cost.” He stepped closer. “Youhad to offer your men something tangible that they could feel. Me, I just hadto give them a chance. That’s the difference between you and me.”
“How is your wife?” Bozoasked.
“Is that what you’re doinghere? You think you’re going to tell me my wife is in danger?”
“Nah, no one would eventouch her. I tried to get contract killers to take her out, but it would seem sheis protected up to the fucking stars.” Bozo started to laugh. “It did make mewonder if she had a golden pussy. I mean, no whore has a cunt that good.”
Elias didn’t even allowhim to finish that laughter as he throat-punched him. No one talked about hiswoman with such disrespect. Winnie was not some whore.
“Do you think you’reclever for even thinking of leaving my wife alone? You’re wrong. By comingafter me, you hit my wife.”
“Yeah, well, even thatbullet didn’t get a good enough target,” Bozo said, choking on air. “It shouldhave killed at least you or your wife.”
Elias pulled out a knife,and without another word, he plunged it into the man’s guts. Extracting it, heslammed it in again, then again, and again. He didn’t stop until Bozo had takenhis last breath, and even then, he wasn’t satisfied.
No one would take acontract that involved his wife. At least the warning he sent out had been goodfor something. Winnie needed to be protected.
Looking down at hisclothes, he was pissed off to see he had gotten that piece of shit’s blood onthem, and it would require washing them.
Turning to his men, helooked at the garage and weighed his options. He could either burn the wholething down and start again. Or, he could call his cleaning crew, and that way,he’d find someone to take the manager’s place and have the garage turning aprofit in no time.
He was a businessman, sohe put a call through to his cleaning crew.
Chapter Ten
“Hi, Dr. Mansell,” Winniesaid, coming toward the apartment door for the good doctor.
