Chapter 133: Takeover
Gorilla
I was never a patient man and today was no different.
The room was already shaking with my voice before I even realized I had raised it again. The concrete walls of the warehouse did nothing to swallow the sound—only threw it back at me, harder, uglier, like even the building itself was tired of listening.
The idiot in front of me didn’t move.
He just stood there.
Head slightly bowed.
Hands locked behind his back like some disciplined soldier when in reality he was nothing but a glorified street thug I had picked up because I needed bodies that could follow simple instructions.
My eye twitched.
The missing one always did that when I got angry—like the empty socket remembered pain even when my brain didn’t want to.
"What do you mean you had no idea Nico was going to visit him!" I barked, stepping forward.
My voice filled the space completely.
Every man in the room went still.
Even the ones pretending to clean their weapons stopped moving.
"When I ordered you to watch him, did I ask you to use your nose?" I snapped, leaning closer now, my words slow and sharp like broken glass.
The man flinched but didn’t speak.
Good.
He knew better than to interrupt me when I was talking.
I pointed a thick finger at his chest—only nine of them now, the missing one a reminder of a job gone wrong years ago.
"You are supposed to observe. Not think. Not assume. Not breathe too loudly unless I tell you to," I continued, my voice rising again. "But clearly even that is too complicated for you."
I let out a harsh laugh.
"Or is it your family?" I tilted my head. "Maybe stupidity runs in your bloodline. Maybe your father was just as useless and passed it down like a disease."
A few of the men shifted uncomfortably.
No one spoke.
No one ever did when I got like this.
The thug in front of me kept his head down, but I saw it—his hands trembled slightly behind his back.
Fear.
Good.
Fear kept men useful.
But useless fear made them slow.
"How long have they been speaking?" I asked suddenly, my tone dropping lower.
The question snapped through the room.
"Can we listen in to the conversations?"
I didn’t even give him time to answer properly.
His mouth opened.
Closed again.
A useless attempt at words.
"No..." he managed.
That was all he got out.
The next moment my fist moved.
Fast.
Heavy.
It connected with his face so hard I felt the impact travel up my arm.
His body left the ground immediately.
He crashed back down like a broken doll, dragging air with him as he hit the concrete floor.
Blood splattered.
A few teeth followed.
The room went even quieter—if that was even possible.
The sound of it echoed in my ears like satisfaction.
I exhaled slowly through my nose, shaking out my hand.
"What am I paying you for," I muttered, stepping over him as he groaned on the ground, "if you can’t even think to bug every area of the house when I gave a direct order?"
I spat the words like poison.
Of course I knew what I had told them.
I had specifically said main guest areas.
Blade’s personal quarters were off limits. Too tight. Too secure. Too dangerous to risk exposure.
But the dining hall?
That should’ve been covered.
It was basic.
Elementary.
Instead I was sitting here dealing with incompetence.
I turned away slightly, my jaw clenched tight.
For a moment I considered finishing him.
Just ending it right there.
Making an example out of him so the others would stop breathing like they had opinions.
My fists curled again.
I could already feel the heat rising in my chest.
But I stopped.
Not because I was calm.
Because I wasn’t stupid.
Time mattered more than punishment right now.
Nico was inside Blade’s mansion.
That alone changed everything.
I exhaled slowly and turned away from the man still bleeding on the floor.
"Get up," I growled.
He didn’t move fast enough, so one of my other men kicked him lightly in the ribs.
He groaned and forced himself upright.
I ignored him immediately and turned toward my second-in-command.
The skinny one.
Glasses.
Sharp eyes.
Too clean for a man working under me, but useful because he actually knew how to think without being told.
Unlike the others.
"You," I said, pointing at him.
He stepped forward instantly.
"Yes, boss."
I cracked my neck once.
It popped loudly.
"Nico is not in his estate yet," I said slowly, thinking through the timeline. "Then attack it."
The room froze again.
Even my second-in-command blinked once.
Then twice.
"Kill everyone," I added calmly.
No hesitation.
No emotion.
Just instruction.
My mind was already moving ahead of my words.
If Nico was with Blade, then the estate was exposed.
And if Blade was distracted with him, even better.
Opportunity didn’t knock twice in this world.
You kicked the door in.
I raised my voice again so everyone could hear clearly.
"Everyone! Use all our men. Every last one of them."
Men straightened immediately.
Weapons adjusted.
Phones came out.
Orders began to ripple through the room.
But I wasn’t done.
"Once you’re done there," I continued, pacing slowly, "you head straight to Blade’s mansion and launch an attack."
That stopped them again.
Silence dropped heavier this time.
My second-in-command hesitated.
Just slightly.
Enough for me to notice.
He lifted his head slowly, eyes narrowing behind his glasses.
"You want to attack Blade?" he asked carefully.
"The head?"
I turned to him instantly.
My stare hit him like a hammer.
"Did I stutter?" I asked.
My voice was low.
Dangerously low.
That was enough.
He lowered his gaze immediately.
"Use all our hidden agents," I continued, pacing again. "Including the mercenaries sent from the capital."
I spat the word capital like it tasted bitter.
"They think we’re playing games," I muttered. "They think this is still politics."
I stopped walking.
Looked around the room.
Every man waiting for instruction.
Every man pretending they weren’t terrified of what came next.
"We’re being paid enough that we cannot afford mistakes," I said firmly.
Then I leaned forward slightly.
My voice dropped again.
Controlled.
Deadly.
"Use them."
A pause.
Then—
"Kill Blade."
My eyes narrowed.
"Kill Nico."
A slow breath.
"Make sure neither of them leaves that mansion alive."
I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt.
And then I added the final part.
"Even if you have to blow it to bits."
Silence.
Perfect silence.
Then I straightened again.
My anger finally spilling through the cracks.
"I’m goddamn tired of this shit," I said sharply.
My voice echoed off the walls again.
This time no one reacted.
They were already moving.
Already obeying.
Already becoming part of what was about to unfold.
I turned slightly, rolling my shoulders as I looked at the map pinned on the wall beside me.
Every route.
Every exit.
Every possible escape point from Blade’s estate.
Today wasn’t going to be a negotiation.
It was going to be a takeover.
I exhaled slowly through my nose.
"Today," I muttered, more to myself now than anyone else, "the Gallias Cartel will be mine."
