They really think theyâre going to get the better of me? As if I donât know about their secret meetings. These idiots arenât as smart as they think they are, sneaking out in the middle of the night. Lucky for me, I was awake and making plans when I heard them moving around outside.
I left my bedroom window open a crack, not noticeable to the naked eye, but enough for me to hear if anyone was out there. And look at that, it paid off. I could see the assholes walking over to their meeting spot, and I carefully followed to listen. Stopping far enough away they canât hear me or spot me, but close enough to make out most of what theyâre saying.
They think they can trap me? They have another thing coming. When they mention Bullâs name, I have to grit my teeth to keep from raging at them. Bull had been a genius. A visionary, and what had Bullet and those other assholes done? They killed him. Turned their backs on him so they could live cushy lives like they donât have blood on their hands.
Well, fuck them. Theyâre right that Dmitri is going to want them gone, but not before I get my licks in. First, though, I need to get my plans in order. I need to fix my mistakes and get rid of the women, but that wonât be easy with them under guard with the brothers suspicious of everyone.
No matter, Iâll figure it out. When I do, this club will be nothing, and I will finally get what I deserve. Bull will have his vindication, even beyond the grave, and if I play my cards right, Iâll have Dmitri right where I want him.
Itâs going to take some finesse, but Iâll make it work. I always do.