“Now listen closely,” I said lowering my voice and making sure I had his attention. “We are going to walk out the front door, get on our bikes and leave. Do you know what you’re going to do, Ed?”
He narrowed his eyes at me but didn’t speak.
Smart man.
“Nothing. You are going to do nothing. Do you know why, Ed?” I took a step closer and he took a step back in reply, a perfectly choreographed dark dance. “That’s okay, I’ll tell you – I’m a nice guy like that. Because if you even insinuate to anyone that something happened here today, we will give the media everything we know. About your contacts with slave dealers, about your love for underage girls, about your kidnapping of Harmony, and about your dirty accounts you use to rip off your high profile clients.”
His eyes continued to glare at me until that last point, at which his eyes widened in fear. I couldn’t help but smile. I loved it when I had them by the balls.
“Fine. Are we done here?” he growled. I grinned and stepped forward again. With his back now against the wall, he had nowhere to run. I reached over and straightened the lapels on his suit jacket, brushing them off when I was done. I turned to walk away, but before he had a chance to relax I spun back and threw my fist into the side of his jaw sending him sprawling across the room, hitting the dining table before falling to the floor.
“Just one more thing. If you decide to ignore our little agreement and go after my family –I will kill you.” I pointed at his pathetic form as he cowered beneath me. “Iwillremove every one of your filthy child molesting fingers, cut your cock off, and shove it up your own ass. Do you understand, Ed?”
He nodded furiously before I turned to my Brothers and my girl who all stood with varying looks of rage to amusement.
“Halleluiah, he gets it. Let go home.”
Optimus looked over his shoulder. “He got a private doctor that will keep his mouth shut?”
Too-many-donuts-and-not-enough-balls nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, he can be here in ten minutes.”
Optimus turned back to Edward and held out his gun. The shot resonated in the small room, making my ears ring. Edward’s screaming soon followed as he gripped his knee.
“You go after Chelsea, and next time your man over there will be calling the morgue,” his voice boomed before he turned sharply and stormed from the room.
I pulled my girl into my arms and ushered her out.
“Time to go home.”
She hugged my waist tightly. “Time to go home.”