Chapter Twenty Seven

The businessman sat quietly in his hotel room, his phone and guns next to him, on his bed with his fingers in one another. He was thinking about his schemes. So far, they'd been as successful as he'd wanted them to be and although there had been a minor flop, paperwork containing the blue print of everything he had planned rested on the desk, right next to him.

He took a handful of his brown beards and tugged it gently to its maximum length before letting go and repeating the action.

He had lost one of his finest men and a lot of damage had been done to his bullet drilled cars when he'd sent them to get Russell, the girl with him, and Sheryl, who had betrayed him, but he wasn't bothered about that, he was irritated over the fact that the men he sent failed. But he went through his blueprint and chose the next most effective plan, Sal.

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Sal got home that evening weary. He still couldn't