Blackbelly Butcher Novels & Stories

I say hello as I make my way to the back, where the latest intake was placed. He is growling, his hackles raised as he bares his teeth at me and I ignore him. This big ball of fur is Brutus. He is a big baby. Brutus is an XL American Bully. He is all power and muscle. He is fawn with a white patch on his chest.

He answered, “I have twenty up for sale. If you want them butchered, the going price, right now, is one dollar and thirty-eight cents per pound.” I shook my head, “That won’t even pay for the feed you put into them! I insist on paying you three dollars per pound. Will that cover it?” He nodded, “That will cover it plus a small profit.” I smiled, “That’s what I wanted. Now, I need all twenty of the hogs you have ready. I also need them butchered. Can you have them ready in two days?” He asked, “How about three days?” I nodded, “That will work. Let’s go take a look at them.”

he said with a wink. “Okay.” “And how many will you be wanting?” “Eight.” The butcher raised his eyebrows. “Eight?” “No, ten.” “Are you having company? Visitors to the town perhaps? We don’t get many of those.” Sally ignored the question. The smile fell from the Butcher’s face, and he went to cut the meat. The smile was back as he laid the cuts on the counter.

Raven's pov Chapter 3 — The Butcher Himself The red silk clung to me like a secret I didn’t ask to keep. Every step I took echoed through the marble-floored corridor of the old manor, my heels sharp like gunshots. The Vitali estate was as pretentious as I expected,dark stone, velvet drapes, and chandeliers that looked like they’d seen more blood than light. Fitting. This was the domain of the man they called The Butcher.

All these years, she had set up new companies and earned a lot of money but had not paid her taxes. With all the crimes she committed, she was fined a hundred million dollars. Bella’s company, house, and assets were frozen. As for Carlson, he was locked up because of assault. The next day, when I opened the door to the butcher shop, I saw Bella sitting in the corner, looking haggard. She did not dress up. She glanced at the butcher shop a few times. “The meat today looks very fresh.” “What do you want to buy?” She ordered some pork and said she wanted to make some bolognese.

As he said that, Anthony prepared the grill and moved on to take out the ingredients. There were premium quality cuts of pork belly, Angus steak cuts, T-bone steaks and ribs, Argentine lobster… Everything was prepared perfectly, placed in exquisite containers, and ready to be cooked right away. Charmine’s eyes widened as she saw the scene before her. ‘Is this what he means by a simple barbeque?’ she thought to herself. With all the quality ingredients in front of her, even a rough estimate of its value would be close to a million bucks. Even though she was wealthy herself, she was more frugal and would never spend money on such expensive delicacies.

He could do this all day, he thought, strolling his town with his girl. He opened the door into the butcher for her, and they inspected the display together. “Hi Cameron,” Dan Craddock, the butcher looked up from the chicken that he was crumbing with a smile. “What can I do for you today?” “The steak looks good, and some of those skewers that Rhett likes,” Cameron pointed to the tray. “We’ll grab some sausages, and the marinated chicken…” “Sure thing,” the butcher began to assemble the order. “Shocking news, eh?” He said over his shoulder as he wrapped the meat.

He tries to reassure his wife to be confident in the decision she has made. Zack has taught Celine a lot about managing the stall. He has also taught her how to manage finances, calculate profits, and even budget for meatball production and employee salaries. Zack also takes Celine to buy meatballs from a slaughterhouse that sells beef at a lower price than other places, especially when buying in bulk. Zack has been a customer of this slaughterhouse for years, so the price of beef he gets is different from that of new customers. "In essence, if the price of beef is this much, and you buy ten kilograms, you have to make this much," Zack says while jotting down numbers on paper.

Now she is asking questions, though, and afraid of the answer. ‘Did you… sell them?’ ‘Jesus, no, who could I have sold them to? They had problems with their backs. They barely still managed to drag themselves across the pasture.’ For several seconds, Helen stares at the emptiness they’ve left behind. The blades of grass are hanging their heads, and she is hanging hers, barely still able to speak. ‘What did you do with them then?’ Mrs Mueller shrugs her shoulders and gives a sigh. ‘Well, they were supposed to go to the butcher.’

I asked the excitement getting to me. " We can beg this man for some of this blood, I know how to use it to scare Anna." He replied. " So how do we ask him for it? Should we offer to buy it?" " No! no!! Buying blood sounds funny, something he is going to throw away." At that he walked up to the butcher and did some explanation. What he later told me was that he told the butcher that he needed the blood to make blood meals for his livestock. The butcher quickly looked about for a container and found a four liter jerrycan which he poured in some of the blood until it was almost full.