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Flicking the lighter, i bring the bright orange flame to the handroll sitting between my lips, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the white smoke. Letting the drug seep through my body. It crept through my veins, humming in delight as it sought out all my nerves and dulled them out. As my body slowly calmed down from the absolute fury that churned just beneath my skin, begging to be released through bloodshed.
Exhaling long, and slow through my nose, the whisps of smoke circled the air around me as I stared down at my longest friend... my only friend.
The fucker was fucking tranqed.
On my own god-damned territory!
I take another drag, and another, until the smoldering paper was close to burning my fingers before dabbing out the blunt on the bottom of my boot.
I fucking hated drugs, even the legalized kind, but sometimes... a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
Finding Viper, in a place that was supposed to be safe, unmoving. My mind conjured the worst, thinking the male was dead. The area was ransacked, signed of a fight were evident and I kneeled next to his prone body, I aged a thousand years as I waited to feel the thumping of his pulse beneath my fingers.
I got a team to take him to the clinic and when Mallory told me he was just drugged and should be awake sometime tonight or tomorrow, as it was hard to tell how much sedative was in his system.
I leaned back in the chair as my gaze stayed transfixed on the goliath sprawled atop his bed.
He was going to be pissed the moment he woke and realized what happened.
Reports I'd gotten from my men at the compound weren't good.
Once they'd seen Dante being dragged unconscious through the halls, disappearing into a room they had had dubbed 'The Red Room' with The Boss and a group of his most ruthless men who still haven't been seen for hours...
Only God knows what they were doing to the poor soul right now. With all the knowledge I have collected from this investigation from every report I read through from my spies, my mind could conjure up endless possibilities...
... I have to get him out of there.
Pronto.
How? I was still trying to sort that out through my head. Believe it or not, being a Don isn't the easiest job. Everything had to be planned immaculately. There was never any room for errors.
One mistake and you were dead.
There was no 'ifs' or 'buts' about it.
This was a lethal line of work and was not meant for the weak.
For fucks sake, I didn't even want this job, but I took it to help a dear friend.
And that very friend needed my help once again.
You have a big heart, my boy. Devil reminded me for the umpteenth time.
Yeah, and look where it's gotten me. I grumbled.
I am, and I'm proud to see all that you have accomplished.
I closed my eyes and slumped even further back into the chair. You are just saying that because you had a huge part of it.
Devil scoffed, I could practically see him sitting in the back of our mind, arms crossed as he glared at me with the look.
I didn't do shit. You were the one to nurse Viper back to health when we found him in the woods. You were the one who orchestrated the against the Don that murdered his sister. And you were the one who upturned his mafia and turned into what it is today. We own the largest armory in the world, even supplying the miliary – our government, with top-of-the-line weapons. You haven't taken down countless corrupt organizations through the nation, rescuing men and woman from trafficking and providing them a safe place to recover and the means to turn around their lives.
I had no hand in any of that. I was your muscle, but you were the brains, my boy. I am so proud of the man you have become, and you did that all your damn self.
So stop bullshitting yourself and do what you do best.
Take out the fucking trash and rescue your best friends love of his fucking life.
I groaned, rubbing my face, feeling the heat in my cheeks caused by another one his speeches.
Yes Dad. I laughed when I heard him grumble.
Quit that shit, you know I hate it when you call me that.
Smiling inwardly, I sent him I mental hug that he greedily excepts.
The fucker may be a separate identity of mine, but he's always been my rock.
Always there to kick me in the ass when I would slip into my self-depreciating thoughts.
The door to Vipers room creaked open, and Felix popped his head inside, and I did not like the look I saw across his face.
"Son, I need to show you something."
My heart thudded at the endearment, as it has from the moment, he took me under his wing and guided me through my illness. Id refused to see a psychologist, I knew there was something different about me and I didn't need a damn shrink to tell me so. When Felix saw the other side of me and recognized it for what it – I was... he taught me about it. Helped me cope and gave me the tools and knowledge I needed to live with this other side of me.
He called it dissociative identity disorder and it felt...liberating.
To finally be able to put a name to it.
That I wasn't the only one in the world that saw the things I saw and felt the way I felt. There were even people out there that had it a lot worse than I did. I couldn't imagine sharing my soul with anyone other than Devil.
He was a fucking handful himself.
I never saw Devil as anything other than another part of myself. The only person in this world that truly understood me. He was my strength. He helped me more than anyone ever has, and I would forever be grateful for his appearance in my life and I would never want to snub him out with drugs and therapy.
Fuck that.
I got up, mindful to be as quiet as I could, even though sedated, I knew he needed to rest. As what was going to happen, he would need his strength.
Following Felix to Vipers kitchen island, he nodded towards an open laptop, sitting suspiciously atop the black quartz counter. The screen was black, with a large white triangle in the center, signifying that there was a video ready to be watched.
"You need to see this," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze fixated behind me, avoiding my eyes. "It's taken me a while to crack through all the security and sift through the endless amounts of files and footage, but I finally found the reason behind Dantes indebted servitude."
The fact that Felix wasn't looking at me was enough reason for me to understand that I would not like what I saw. Unfortunately, as long as I was the Don of the Wolfe Pack, I would never truly escape the horrors of this world.
Wishing I didn't discard my blunt, I parked my ass on the leather cushioned barstool and dragged the cursor over the play button and took a deep breath before clicking the white triangle in the center of the screen.
The next thirty fucking minutes I spent trying not to destroy the laptop and everything else I could get my hands on, while simultaneously trying to empty the contents of my stomach all over the hardwood floors.
It was fucking sick.
No wonder the boy was too afraid to escape.
This tape would ruin his life if it fell into the wrong hands.
Closing the laptop, I made up my mind.
"Get me a meeting with The Boss," I growled, standing too my full height as I turned to face Felix. "And tell him that The Hellhound would like a meeting with him."
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Hi everyone! for those who never read When Snow Falls. You might be confused about Devil and who he is. There is a chapter on When Snow Falls that describes the disorder in detail if you want to learn more about it. Devil is one of Warrick's Alter identities who is his own person. Devil's words are in bold italics and Warrick's are in italics.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter with a little background details for those who didn't read When Snow Falls. If you have any questions, please let me know! I know this is a stand-alone, but I know I may forget some details that are needed to know.
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