Duncan Quagmire Novels & Stories

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"

I owe you nothing. "Do it!" he barked. I lunged at the guards, but one boot caught me hard. I slammed to the ground. Blood that had dried suddenly gushed again, pooling thick and red beneath me. I screamed, curling in agony as my body ripped apart. Vincent started toward me—then froze. His eyes locked on my belly, still swollen, bared from the kick. His face drained when he saw the spreading blood. He dropped to his knees, grabbing me with shaking hands.