Post by MANOLO DE LA PEÑA on Apr 19, 2024 15:17:18 GMT
There weren’t many things that took Manny off guard because he was constantly on high alert. But finding a naked woman in his kitchen, who he hadn’t slept with, did catch him off guard. That bitch had some nerve walking into Manny’s kitchen bold as hell. Granted, the whole reason she was there was because Manny purchased a jaguar which turned out to be some werecreature. What were the fucking odds? However, he quickly found out that Ruby had bigger balls than most of the employees. She didn’t step away from him when he was waving his knife around in the area, instead she just glared at him, demanding a robe. He admired her fearless attitude.
Having some naked werecreature strolling around his house was the least of his worries though. The cops had intercepted a meeting between his guys and a bunch of clients, who were looking to buy some illegal guns. When the call came in, Manny nearly snapped his cellphone in half with sheer anger. How the fuck did they know? The only reasonable explanation in Manny’s mind was there was a snitch on the inside. A rat had managed to scurry into the gang, feeding vital information back to the cops.
It wasn’t the first time a snitch had been found in the gang though. It was inevitable. The cops approached his men using their words of persuasion to get them on side. Most of them are promised lenient sentences if they help. The smart ones would decline, the weak ones would jump at the chance, terrified of being locked away. Prison would have been a walk in the park compared to the hell which awaited them when Manny found out. It was never a matter of if he found out, it was when he found out because he always did. Eyes everywhere. Thankfully it had only happened a few times. All the men who snitched were of course dead, suffering until their very last breath.
Manny stomped over to the club, almost ripping the front door off its hinges when he yanked it open. The spotlight wasn’t on Luc, as far as Manny was concerned. Luc had zero reason to be scared of the cops, but perhaps he was someone he brought in on the job. His fist banged loudly against Luc’s office door before he walked in. “We’ve got a problem.” He walked over to Luc’s shelf of liquor, grabbing one of the bottles of whiskey. He tore the lid off with his teeth, letting it fall to the floor before taking a large swig of the whiskey, “A few nights ago our men were stopped up in St. Louis by the cops. They intercepted the meeting. Everyone has been arrested.” Hopefully none of them would rattle in an interview, “I think we have a snitch. Someone tipped off the cops… we need to find them and kill them.” Remove their vital organs with a rusty spoon was the first option that sprung to mind for Manny.
LUC FOURNIER