for this answer.
“Robert, there’s no need for this to blow up,” he said, continuing to display his new found remarkable calmness, his eyes growing lighter.
In a strange way, this scared John more. He hoped Billy wasn’t about to match wits with Payne. In a sense, for the first time he wished his brother’s temper would take over, that he’d kill Payne, then perhaps take everything in the house of any worth and then get the hell out of there.
“We just need you to arrange the meet with your man in Juarezie, nice and simple…” Billy started.
Payne roared with laughter; Billy’s eyes darkened.
“I wonder how you know about that?” Robert looked square on at John.
He was a dead man. If Robert Payne was still breathing after the Blakes had left, John knew he was a dead man; Payne knew exactly where Billy had got this information.
“I though you were clever kid,” Robert said, still focusing on John. “I thought you had something inside you better than these other scroats.”
“Yeah, well you fucked up there,” Billy snapped, the anger was clear. “I’m the brains in this family; if there was someone to develop you chose the wrong fucking brother. Now the only way you fucking walk out of here is tell me everything about Juarezie.”
“What? You think, if I give you their cell number, that’s it—they’ll deal with you? That’s not how business works; business is about brands. You got to have a brand to be taken seriously and that takes years, kid. You’re fucking mental!”
“Yeah, well I suggest you give me all the details you got for Juarezie…”
Billy was cut short by Payne’s laughter. This guy had serious balls. Here he was, surrounded by three guys tooled up, in a situation where it was far easier for us to kill him to get a safe route out than keep him alive, and here he was laughing.
It was real laughter, not a fake laugh someone might cackle as a bit of a fuck you to someone; no he actually found this funny.
“It’s Juarez, you fucking head case,” Payne said with a smile. “And you, I was wrong about you,” he added, addressing John. “You’re clearly as short sighted and dim witted as your brothers.”
John looked down; he couldn’t hold Payne’s stare. This guy wouldn’t stop at just killing him; he’d kill Emma too. John’s heart started to pound.
“What did you just say?” Billy snapped.
Payne looked at Billy. It was like he was looking into his brother's soul to decide what he was capable of. It was remarkable—Payne seemed to think he was the one in control. If he had any idea who he was dealing with he’d be begging by now.
“I said; it’s Juarez, you fucking Philistine.”
Billy dropped his bat, leapt from the sofa and unleashed a barrage of punches to Payne’s face; John could feel the situation moving quickly. He could see vividly in his mind the consequence of his brother's actions seeping into his world. Before he thought the only way out was by killing Payne. Now, as he watched this scenario develop, he wasn’t so sure. He jumped up and quickly pulled Billy away from Payne.
“Billy, Billy, we’re here to negotiate with him,” John said, looking back at Payne, at a face now immersed in blood.
Billy pushed John away and wiped his face to clear his mind. His eyes were black. John knew this look very well.
“Focus Billy, we can’t screw this up,” John said. “Mr. Payne…” John started, but was interrupted by laughter coming from his youngest brother Nick.
Nick had just been watching the situation develop—so far—but was now audaciously thrusting his knife into thin air and approaching Payne, manically trying to intimidate him.
“Nick, stop,” Billy said turning to his younger brother, who halted instantly on his command. “Mr. Payne, I lost my cool, but I bet you can understand how that can happen, you know when you’re passionate about something. I’m just here to negotiate. I’m sure you lose your cool from time to
“Robert, there’s no need for this to blow up,” he said, continuing to display his new found remarkable calmness, his eyes growing lighter.
In a strange way, this scared John more. He hoped Billy wasn’t about to match wits with Payne. In a sense, for the first time he wished his brother’s temper would take over, that he’d kill Payne, then perhaps take everything in the house of any worth and then get the hell out of there.
“We just need you to arrange the meet with your man in Juarezie, nice and simple…” Billy started.
Payne roared with laughter; Billy’s eyes darkened.
“I wonder how you know about that?” Robert looked square on at John.
He was a dead man. If Robert Payne was still breathing after the Blakes had left, John knew he was a dead man; Payne knew exactly where Billy had got this information.
“I though you were clever kid,” Robert said, still focusing on John. “I thought you had something inside you better than these other scroats.”
“Yeah, well you fucked up there,” Billy snapped, the anger was clear. “I’m the brains in this family; if there was someone to develop you chose the wrong fucking brother. Now the only way you fucking walk out of here is tell me everything about Juarezie.”
“What? You think, if I give you their cell number, that’s it—they’ll deal with you? That’s not how business works; business is about brands. You got to have a brand to be taken seriously and that takes years, kid. You’re fucking mental!”
“Yeah, well I suggest you give me all the details you got for Juarezie…”
Billy was cut short by Payne’s laughter. This guy had serious balls. Here he was, surrounded by three guys tooled up, in a situation where it was far easier for us to kill him to get a safe route out than keep him alive, and here he was laughing.
It was real laughter, not a fake laugh someone might cackle as a bit of a fuck you to someone; no he actually found this funny.
“It’s Juarez, you fucking head case,” Payne said with a smile. “And you, I was wrong about you,” he added, addressing John. “You’re clearly as short sighted and dim witted as your brothers.”
John looked down; he couldn’t hold Payne’s stare. This guy wouldn’t stop at just killing him; he’d kill Emma too. John’s heart started to pound.
“What did you just say?” Billy snapped.
Payne looked at Billy. It was like he was looking into his brother's soul to decide what he was capable of. It was remarkable—Payne seemed to think he was the one in control. If he had any idea who he was dealing with he’d be begging by now.
“I said; it’s Juarez, you fucking Philistine.”
Billy dropped his bat, leapt from the sofa and unleashed a barrage of punches to Payne’s face; John could feel the situation moving quickly. He could see vividly in his mind the consequence of his brother's actions seeping into his world. Before he thought the only way out was by killing Payne. Now, as he watched this scenario develop, he wasn’t so sure. He jumped up and quickly pulled Billy away from Payne.
“Billy, Billy, we’re here to negotiate with him,” John said, looking back at Payne, at a face now immersed in blood.
Billy pushed John away and wiped his face to clear his mind. His eyes were black. John knew this look very well.
“Focus Billy, we can’t screw this up,” John said. “Mr. Payne…” John started, but was interrupted by laughter coming from his youngest brother Nick.
Nick had just been watching the situation develop—so far—but was now audaciously thrusting his knife into thin air and approaching Payne, manically trying to intimidate him.
“Nick, stop,” Billy said turning to his younger brother, who halted instantly on his command. “Mr. Payne, I lost my cool, but I bet you can understand how that can happen, you know when you’re passionate about something. I’m just here to negotiate. I’m sure you lose your cool from time to
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