Billionaire in Disguise

tigated Spike l

moking a cigar in his chair with the back of it t

ed his leader, "Spike has some poor kid doing his deals

around in his chair pounds the desk and spat, "That unless brat dares to fuck off, even aft

f hesitation. Turning the gangster motioned his hand for 5

ready to call it a night. "Here's your money, I

here's your cut," Spike m

han usual. Ben was used to the crappy cuts he's been getting lately didn't

re

ike. Two burly men pulled him into the van while another put

not being able to see anything and the bag

ile slapping Spike in the back of the head. "Just sit there quiet

fear of pissing off the gangsters and bein

e van, up some steps, into an elevator, and finally down the hall into

he door. Spike sat there for a while trembling with the bag still over his head, cold

ly walked in. Each step that echoed off the

spoke, "Take

, bo

ized he was face to face with Julius. He began to tremble violent

our profits double at one point then they dropped way below average.

know. This kind of thing just happens from...,"Spike pleaded wi

s had slapp

snapped. Raised his hand and slapped him again and agai

ebt? You were nearly there, but now you own me even

everything. He told Julius that some poor kid saw him mess up a deal and asked him about work. He also told him that for a while he let the kid work on one s

ation, but then he began to become furious as soon as he heard Spike m

teps turned his back and ordered. "Johnny, break his hands and m

No, no don't do this please! No! I beg of you! Mr. Temple please nooooo

ry out their orders. They cut loose Spike right arm first. He tried despe

it," Johnny roared followed by a ha

g!

abbed his arm and stretched it out and gave it a slight twist

a

off the walls of the room. "Damn this bastards tough

Bang

right arm was completely shattered and was now at an odd looking shape. "

oke up and immediately let out the ugliest scream. Looking down at both of his broken and disfigured arms, w

nt to do this one personally it's my favorite part." "Lean him back I want a good ang

aseball player. Then some practice swings as if he was a wo

teps forward and slammed the steel pole on Spik

hit should be enough. The three of you put him back in the van and find a place to toss him out,

ius office to report

and bring him to me,"

s b