Tony
paced around the obese body like a vulture circling its wounded prey
waiting for the moment to tear apart the meaty carcass. His steps were
even, his mind alert.
Blood oozed along Tony’s forearms where the victim’s fingernailshad clawed through his skin. The desperate scratches were deep, three to five inches in length, two on one arm and three on the other.
Blood oozed along Tony’s forearms where the victim’s fingernailshad clawed through his skin. The desperate scratches were deep, three to five inches in length, two on one arm and three on the other.
Tony’s
massive hands had functioned like steel vice grips. It invigorated him
to squeeze relentlessly, well beyond the victim’s last breath.
He spat on the rotund corpse, thinking how this ornery motherfucker dared to rise up and strike him down. The thickheaded asshole didn’t learn his lesson. He didn’t listen to the warning. Cooperate, or pay the price.
Chuck would understand.
Tony
had been certain this overweight, self-important black man would give
in to their demands. But his ballooned ego got in his way. The zoning
commission member had threatened that he would print the email and give
it to the authorities.
Obviously,
this man didn’t think straight, agreeing to meet Tony in a remote
location to work out an acceptable arrangement. Jesus Christ! And the
fat fuck brought a gun—to do what, put a bullet in Tony’s chest or
through his head? This fucker redefined poor judgment. He must have had a
drug problem, in addition to his fetish for skanky porn.
Tony
lit a cigarette, one he’d rolled in his apartment. The smoke rose above
the rafters into the dark ceiling. His fury grew while staring at the
overstuffed cadaver. He wanted to stress the finality of the man’s
death, pour gasoline over his body, and light a flame, just in case the
victim’s heart had any remaining beats.
The
former Marine searched the abandoned warehouse for the necessary props.
In the back of the building, behind a pair of dilapidated offices, he
located a sturdy crossbeam, maybe seven or eight feet off the dirty
concrete floor. Perfect. Tony cleaned up his own mess as usual. Chuck would have to understand.
Behind
the façade of every corporate takeover executives pull levers this way
and that, squeezing the last profitable nickel out of the deal. But no
one knows the true intent of every so-called merger.
No one knows the secret bonds that exist.
An Indian technology giant swallows up another private company that has deep roots in North Texas. For one unassuming man the thought of layoffs, of losing his own job to a bunch of arrogant assholes feels like a kick to the jewels.
Until the day Michael's life changes forever.
Perverse alliances. An affair of the heart. A grisly murder. A spiraling string of events thrusts Michael into a life-or-death fight to save a tortured soul and hunt down a brutal killer...one who lurks closer than he ever imagined.
Greed knows no boundaries.
No one knows the secret bonds that exist.
An Indian technology giant swallows up another private company that has deep roots in North Texas. For one unassuming man the thought of layoffs, of losing his own job to a bunch of arrogant assholes feels like a kick to the jewels.
Until the day Michael's life changes forever.
Perverse alliances. An affair of the heart. A grisly murder. A spiraling string of events thrusts Michael into a life-or-death fight to save a tortured soul and hunt down a brutal killer...one who lurks closer than he ever imagined.
Greed knows no boundaries.
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Genre – Suspense, Thriller
Rating – R
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