56. Kaos
I’m sick of listening to this motherfucker’s voice.
It’s been three days of this bullshit, and I’ve never wanted to tear someone’s tongue out more than I do right now.
Bishop is still following Davenport, but he can’t do that and monitor the device he installed in the car. Which is how I got lumped into doing it.
If I thought I hated him before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel about him now. The dirty dealings are hardly a surprise, but his constant whining about us and the other families is getting on my nerves. I can’t count the number of times I’ve thought about cutting the fucker’s tongue out in the last three days.
He doesn’t talk about Camilla much, which is surprising, but I’m beginning to wonder if talk of her is more frequent in his clubs and other businesses.
I yawn and stretch my arms above my head, shifting in my office chair as I glance around the bare space. All four of us have offices, but mine is rarely used. Kovu and I tend to prefer to do our business with our fists, so a desk and chair aren’t usually part of the plan. I’ve spent more time in here this week than I have in the last year.
“Have you set the meet?” Davenport’s voice fills the room, and my attention snaps back to the screen of my laptop.
“Yes, boss. Knight is going to meet you tomorrow night, but he’s not happy about it. I don’t know if your plan is going to work.”
“Of course it’ll work. As soon as we have one turn against them, the rest will follow, and then we’ll finally have our city back.”
I roll my eyes and reach for my phone to send a quick text to the group chat, letting them know of his plans before dropping it back on the desk.
There’s silence for a few moments, and I begin to think the conversation is over, but then the other person in the car speaks again.
“The other families seem happy with the way things are run. Why the sudden need to overthrow the Syndicate?”
Davenport chuckles, and the sound grates on my nerves. “Because I’m sick of answering to them, sick of following their fucking rules, and of being denied what is rightfully mine. They will fall, just like all the rest before them.”
I roll my eyes. We aren’t the first to try to bring order to the underworld of the city, but we are the only ones who succeeded, and that seems to be part of his problem. Clearly, he’s forgotten about all the disputes we’ve resolved on his behalf.
Crew: Any idea where the meet is?
Kaos: Not yet.
Bishop: Can one of you see if we can install something in his booth at the strip club? Seems a lot of his business is happening there at the moment.
Kovu: On it.
“What are you going to do if they figure it out?”
“By the time they catch on, it’ll already be too late. Once we have Knight in our corner, it’ll just be a matter of turning one more of the old timers, and we’ll have the majority.”
I groan and lean my head back in my seat. This motherfucker just keeps digging his own grave, and I can’t wait to throw him in it.