The Devil Between Her Legs

1.Wages of betrayal

Atlas

'Father, forgive us even though we very well know what we have done, what we are doing, and we are still going to do. Amen.'

I looked up at the statue of Jesus in the dimly lit cathedral. My brain was pulsating in pure rage as I sat at the front roll of the church with my hands clasped together and my eyes wide open staring at the statue.

His eyes were watching me. Haunting me. And I was scowling at it. But I have to be here. On this day. It's inevitable. Another bastard had betrayed me. Again. And I would show him what I do to betrayers.

“Atlas?” A gasp came from the upper side of the altar. I already knew who it was without looking. The son of a b***h that took my drugs worth thousands of dollars and wouldn't pay back.

He was practically dragged in by two of my men because, from the look of it, he had sustained an injury on his knee. Well, he won't be in pain for long because I'll finish him off soon.

“Well well well well. See who is finally here?” I clapped my hands and stood up from the pew. Walked over to the terrified man dressed completely in white like a saint. A saint my foot.

“Atlas please. I swear I'll pay your money back.”

“Would you? Father Isaac? I have already given you a whole two weeks. I was nice enough.”

“I know. I know. But please, I just need a week. Just one week and I'll finish rounding up your money. One week.”

“You should know by now that I'm not him,” I pointed at the statue.

“I don't give second chances.”

“Please Atlas.”

“Don't beg me. I hate it.”

“Please…”

“Why are you f*****g making me repeat myself? Do you want to die a gruesome death rather than a single shot of bullet to your skull?”

The stupid priest kept shut immediately. His hands rubbing on each other. Whimpering and sobbing. Well good for him, he brought this upon himself.

Different people make deals with me and for them not to end up dead, each and every one of them have to fulfill their end of the bargain.

This wasn't the motherfucker’s first nor second or third time of dealing with me, and when he messed up I was in the right space of mind to give him two whole f*****g weeks of leniency.

He should have known better than to mess with me. I may not be the devil himself, but I'm his assistant. Very dutiful assistant. And I'll end anyone that tries to s**t with me.

“You should know better than to make a deal with me. Now what will the world think of you when they realize their holy father of Israel is into drugs. They will lose faith in you.” I pointed at the statue again. “And him,” I said in a sneer.

“He has the money, Atlas. He kept it on the roof of the reconciliation room. Quite clever.” Rouge, my assistant, walked in. Behind him were four other button men, each carrying a big duffel bag each.

“You wanted to play me?” My blood was boiling at this point, “Isaac, you shouldn't have done that.” I growled. In a fit of rage, I shot him in his leg and he yelped out in pain, holding his bleeding leg and trying to squirm away from me.

“Why are people so ungrateful? You did this to yourself even though you very well know you would get caught. Isn't that stupidity? God, I despise betrayals.”

“Plea… I'm sorry.” Mucus and tears were mixed up in his face now. “Spare me. I have a daughter, please. She's just four. There won't be anyone left to take care of her. Please spare me. I beg of you.”

“You should have thought about that beforehand, father.”

Why are people so petty? So the bastard just knew he had a child when he had a gun pointed at him. Using his child for leverage. Petty indeed.

I fired a single shot at his head and silence filled the church and then the sound of church bells ringing far off made the atmosphere more ghastly. But that's always what it's been like for me. Even worse.

“Imagine me coming all this way for this piece of shit.”

Rouge gave a quick glance at the dead body in front of him with a neutral face. He has seen many and also killed many as well for him to give a f**k about it. He is more like my second-hand man. But he also doesn't know everything. He just does as I have instructed him to.

“Atlas, you have a phone call.” He gave the phone to me.

“The chief organizer of the auction,” he said,

“Yes,” I put the phone to my ear, a deep scowl etched into my face.

“Hello Sir. This is Mike… I don't know if you remember me…” the guy stammered.

“Go straight to the point.” I growled. Of course, I remember him. I remember every single person that has ever crossed parts with me. Because it's always memorable. A thing neither of us will not forget.

“Oh okay. Uhmm, people are waiting for you. The auction is about to start and…”

“I'll be there in 15.”

I hung up the phone before he had the chance to say anything else.

“I want to know everything this priest has done for the past two weeks.” I pointed at his dead body that's now in a pool of his own blood.

“Yes Atlas.”

“Take care of the scene. I want the police to know he was murdered. Don't change the narrative.” Rouge nodded in understanding. He was to clean every last bit of fingerprints, shoe prints and any evidence we may have left behind. And also the CCTV footage of the nearby areas will also be wiped clean, since there's none in the church.

“Guys get to work. You piece of s**t why are you just standing there? There's no time…”

Rouge’s voice drowned out when I walked out of the church and stared up at the sunny sky, a cigarette went to my lips and I lit it then blew a heavy puff from it.

Manhattan has been too frickin hot these days. Things are moving fast just as I want them. And that dumb priest just wasted my precious time.

But something was also not right. Father Isaac can be everything, but he is a complete coward. He wouldn't dare do something like this, except someone was backing him. And that mysterious person must have a lot of gut to try this s**t with me.

“Son of a bitch.” I cursed loudly and dropped the cigarette before stumping it out with my shiny black shoe.

Also, another piece of evidence that would be taken care of by Rouge.

Now to the main event of the day.

My auction.