The Mafia Man

35

Dreads

I'm missing one of my runners; Stanford. He never misses a drop off and I haven't seen him for over a month now. I've had my best trackers looking for him and yet they've had no luck.

Burner walked into my office. "I have goodbye and bad news boss."

"Hit me with it."

"Stanford did an extra drop the night we last saw him, boss."

"Excuse me!"

"Once he finished the final drop off, he met with some of the students and faced them with a highly dangerous amount of LSD as well as marijuana."

"Where the f**k did he get all the drugs from? Who the f**k paid for it all?" I shouted angrily. "He had best not be giving freebies away!"

"He hasn't, boss, we checked. It was all paid in full by one of the Millers."

"What the hell is he doing conspiring with the f*****g Millers? He knows they are our sworn enemies, just like the f*****g hemmings. He knows they have been after our territory for over thirty f*****g years, unsuccessfully, nay I add. I want him to find, that fool needs to answer to one."

'That's the problem. Boss Stanford was last seen at the Green's. They were hauling him in. They didn't look happy, boss."

"s**t, this doesn't look good, s**t the Green's don't haul anyone in unless they piss them off big time. "Get the car ready, we're visiting my good friend and partner in crime; Orlando Green. I need the truth and he's the best one to give it."

"Sure boss."

We all piled into the cars and sped down the streets to Orlando’s mansion.

We all got out of the cars, walking to the large front door of the mansion. "Stay back. This could go one of two ways. Let's hope it's not the second. I really hope we can sort through this without a blood bath. Orlando was always my top sup and we never had any issues. I hoped there wasn't going to be one now.

I knocked on the door. I opened and I looked at the petite but muscular girl in front of me, her hair all messed up like she'd just got out of bed and damn my d**k let me know this chick had it hard and twitching in my jeans damn.

"Hello."

Fuck, even her husky morning voice got me on edge. I gulped, coughing. "We hello gorgeous, could you let the man of the house know he has visitors."

"Sure come in."

"Aren’t you going to ask for ID?"

I asked, surprised.

"The guards must know you or they won't let you in or you have an appointment with Orlando or Daniel won't frisk you, so there's no need."

I nodded, brainy b***h.

Me and a few of my men stepped in and she closed the door looking unfazed by me and my men. "Who should I ask is wanting to see Orlando? You want to see Orlando, right?"

"You're spit on gorgeous and if Deeds."

She nodded and made her way up the stairs. f**k, she was hot. I just wanted to drill my thick black d**k into her, and make her scream my name.

Orlando.

A knock came at my office door. "Come in."

The door opened and Kacey smiled at me. She looked as if she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. She was in a long tee shirt barely covering her ass.

'What is it, angel?"

"There is a guy downstairs for you. He seemed pretty persistent about seeing you. He said his name was Deeds."

Fuck I knew this day was coming. 'And you answered the door like that?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"Fucksake Orlando, I've just got up. No one else was around to answer the door. "

"Okay. chill angel, I'm just concerned okay. I'm surprised he didn't try and bend you over and f**k you being dressed like that."

She stared through me."That's disgusting. "

"Dreds is disgusting. Go get dressed babe, let me deal with Deeks okay."

"Okay."

I pulled myself up out of my chair, going over to her, pulling her close, pressing my lips on hers, kissing her passionately. I moved away, slapping her ass. She yelped

I grinned. "Now get dressed and while I talk to Deeds."

She nodded, walking away. Time to sort this s**t out.

I entered the lounge where Dreds was standing waiting patiently with his men. What was he expecting from them, a stand-off? "Dreds my man, what do I owe the pleasure?"

He turned and grinned. "Orlando, it's been a while." He said, shaking my hand.

"So what can I do for you, Deeds? It's been a long time."

"It has. This isn't about business, Orlando. It's about one of my runners, Stanford. He hasn't been back to the crib for a month now and the last place he pinged was here."

"He was here."

"Is he here now? We have to talk?"

He shook his head. "Not going to happen."

"And why's that?"

"He's dead."

"You killed one of my runners?"

"And with good cause."

"Care to share."

"He gave drugs to kids, Deeds."

"So, as long as they give money to waste, who gives a s**t?"

"We agreed, Dreads, we agreed that no one under eighteen would be sold any drugs, illegal or otherwise."

"We did."

"He not only crossed you but crossed me too. He sold drugs to sixteen-year-olds. Who abused them to date rape two girls for the sheer fun of it!" I said angrily. We agreed on this, so if anything went wrong we wouldn't be screwed and he was now deciding to go against our agreement and he was passing me off. Bigtime.

"And who would these two girls be, Orlando? They must be important for you to shoot my mother f*****g runner!"

"I believe you've already met Kacey."

His face paled.

"It was her and her best friend. We sorted out the mess he caused and the little pricks he said the drugs to."

He nodded. "It is like trying to ride bare back."

I nodded. It was the only one we hadn't got rid of. We knew he'd be coming, so we kept it in the morgue freezer.

"We're in a hall of s**t. Orlando has betrayed us both. He betrayed my trust by going behind my back and selling my stash to the Millers."

So the ring was a Miller. Why am I not f*****g surprised? "Don't worry your pretty little head about the Miller's. Dreads we'll deal with them."

He nodded. "I'm truly sorry about what happened to the girls Orlando I really am.

I nodded.

Kacey stepped down the stairs fully dressed in a crop top and a tight pair of jeans. Damn, I loved this woman. I slid my arm around her, seeing Dreads eyes light up. Yep, I was right. He wanted her. Not in this lifetime pal.

"Hey angel. "

"So did you sort out whatever had to be sorted out?"

"I did. Kacey, this is a good friend of mine, Deeds. Dreads this is my girl Kacey."

"We've already met."

"You've sure got a feisty one there, bro, she's a keeper."

"Oh I know, believe me."

"I had best leave, Orlando."

I nodded.

"It was nice to meet you, Kacey."

"You too."

He smiled, leaving the mansion with his men closing the door behind them.

"I don't like him, he's scary, weird."

I laughed. "He sure likes you."

"Whatever. "

I laughed. Kissing her brow.