Chapter 14 - Face To Face With The Ruthless Local Crime Boss
The crime boss sat in a leather armchair behind the desk, watching me with cold, calculating eyes despite the raid.
He took a slow sip of bourbon from a crystal tumbler, refusing to show a single ounce of panic.
“You’ve caused quite a lot of trouble for my family, carpenter,” the boss drawled in his gravelly voice.
“Your family is a cancer on this city, and the chemotherapy has finally arrived,” I replied, tossing Dustin aside.
The boss stood up slowly, revealing a concealed shoulder holster holding a silver-plated .45 caliber pistol.
“You think beating up a few punks makes you a hero? You’re just an old dog barking at a tiger,” he sneered.
“I trained men who hunted tigers for breakfast in the deadliest jungles on this planet,” I whispered dangerously.
He drew his pistol with lightning speed, but my hand moved faster, striking his wrist with a numbing blow.
The silver pistol clattered across the hardwood floor, sliding beneath the heavy oak bookshelf near the corner.
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The boss lunged at me with a concealed switchblade, aiming a vicious slash toward my upper chest.
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