Zeke's Rule(4)

“The word on the street is that you’re a monster, a black-souled monster who escaped hell.”

Zeke laughed at what Sean said. “I don’t believe in fairy tales. Let’s see if they will believe the rumors when they see what I’ve done to you.”

With three men holding Sean down, he removed his left eye; Sean’s screams of pain filling his head. When he held the eye in his hand, he stuffed it in the man’s mouth. By this time, Sean had passed out from the pain.#p#分页标题#e#

The rumors were true. He felt nothing, not even anger as he turned toward the thief. It’s what made others fear him so much. Zeke could cut a person into little pieces while keeping them alive, hearing them scream for mercy, and feel nothing.

There was no pain; there was no guilt. He was just an empty black hole that had been created when he was a young boy. When the beatings started, he’d run into the black part of his mind, to forget everything, to feel nothing. Now, he was simply nothing but a destructive black void.

The therapist supplied by the prison during his incarceration had said he’d be deadly as an enemy. She hadn’t been wrong. During his stint in prison, he’d come up with a plan to cement himself as the deadliest fucker to control the underground. So far, he was on schedule. By the end of the year, he’d have taken out his competition, and be the one facing the rest of the world. The plan was solid, and as he left the warehouse, he smiled. Nothing was ever going to change or stop him.

This city was going to belong to him.





Zeke: Daniella’s birth

Staring down at his watch, Zeke released a sigh. This was taking too long, and he had places to be that were much better than the hospital. The only reason he was here was because the bitch had claimed to be pregnant with his kid. All he was waiting for was for the baby to be born so a paternity test could be done.

“Surely it doesn’t take this long for a kid to be born,” he said, taking a seat.

“It can take some time. My woman was in labor for several hours.” Billy, his right hand man, spoke up. “These things take time.”

Zeke didn’t have time for a woman to give birth. If the bitch had lied, he was going make sure she paid for it. He knew he should have been safer when he’d fucked her.

Tapping his fingers on his thigh, he had to wait another hour before a nurse finally came out to see him. Without waiting for him, he pushed her out of the way, and walked into the whore’s room.

“We’ve got a girl.”

Walking over to the clear, plastic crib the baby was in; he stared down at the little girl.

“Is she healthy?”

“Yes.”

Picking up the baby, Zeke turned around. “I’m getting a test done to make sure she’s mine. I’ll wait for the results.”

“And if she’s yours?”

“I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”

Zeke looked at the baby for another moment, set her little body back in the crib, and walked out of the hospital. He climbed into the back of the car, and pulled out his cell phone. He had business to take care of.

“They’ll do the test right away.”

“Good. I need proof that she belongs to me. If she does, I’ll claim her, if not, she can go back to the mother, and both of them can rot for all I care.”

He didn’t care what anyone thought of him. This was what he did.

Either way he looked at it, the baby was an inconvenience.





Several days passed and the baby and her bitch of a mother were back at her place, which was close to one of his temporary homes. He wanted her near when he got the results. He was at the computer in his office when the email came up with a notification. Pressing accept, he read through the data that explained, without doubt, that he was the baby’s father. Getting up from his chair, he found Billy and told him to bring the baby’s mother to his office.

Half an hour later, he heard Billy and the baby’s mother speaking as they walked past his office. He gave them a moment to settle in, and then he made his way upstairs to the room he’d made up for them. He entered the room to find his child’s mother feeding his little girl.#p#分页标题#e#

“What do I do?” he asked, moving forward.

“It’s her feeding time. She takes the whole bottle. She’s so beautiful and strong.” She held her finger up, showing him that his little girl held the digits in a strong grip.

“She’s mine,” Zeke said with determination.

“She’s special.”

“Show me what to do,” he said. She removed the bottle from his daughter’s mouth and sat up. The moment her food was gone, his little girl started screaming for more.