Raven's Hell - Jenika Snow Page 0,1

He killed without remorse when the time called for it, and he never looked back. Never. He did things to ensure he stayed on top, and because of that, he survived. He always survived, and always would.

Marco, one of the men working for him, stepped up to Collin, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, “Mr. Suthers, the shipment is here for your inspection.”

Collin stood, smoothed his hands down his three-piece suit, and made his way to the backroom. The room was lit with harsh florescent lighting, but this space was used to store the club supplies and conduct Collin’s less than legal business deals. He moved away from the shelving and stopped at the stainless-steel wall that held bottles of stocked liquor. He gestured for Marco to proceed. He crouched and pushed one of the boxes of bottled beer aside. Marco pressed the hidden lever that had the wall opening up and revealing a small office. Collin heard the side door open and saw two men coming forward with black briefcases in their hands. His men patted them down for weapons once more, because although they had been frisked before they were allowed in his club, he didn’t trust anyone.

They walked into the backroom, and the wall shut behind them, sealing them in. Collin had Marco and Peter standing guard, their guns visible if these two junkie fuckers thought to try anything. If they were smart and knew Collin’s reputation, they would not, of course, but they were drug addicts, so anything was possible.

“Collin, we have some primo shit here—”

“Just shut up and put the fucking cases on the table.” Collin didn’t have time for conversation. He didn’t give a shit what these assholes thought. “If the product isn’t up to standards, then the solution for bringing me less than quality drugs is simple.” He stared at the two men, and although he didn’t usually do business with junkies, their product was known to be top-shelf shit. He’d find out for himself.

The men set the cases on the desk, opened them, and the product that was presented could have given Collin a hard-on. “Sample it.” He pulled out his switchblade, sliced the package of cocaine with the blade, and held it up to one of the men. The junkie was eager to try, and he moved forward and sniffed the white power off the stainless steel. After a few seconds of Collin waiting to see if the fucker would drop dead, he had one of his men try the coke. Marco took a hit for himself, inhaled roughly, and then nodded.

“The product is primo, boss. The drip hits real good in the back of the throat.”

“You have contacts in South America who hook you up with this product?” Collin asked and shut the cases of drugs. When they didn’t answer right away but just looked at each other, Collin’s patience faded. “Answer the fucking question. I have other business to attend to, and you’re wasting my time.”

“No disrespect, Mr. Suthers. Um,” one of the men began. “We know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy in the Cartel. He can send us small amounts at a time. This load took a month to get to us because of the mules having to cross the border.”

Collin would need to look into getting into contact with their wholesale distributor, because the meth and weed he sold wasn’t enough. He had inventory to stock, people to get high, and his empire was expanding. He nodded to Peter, who grabbed the duffle from off the floor and tossed it to the junkies’ feet.

“That’s the amount we discussed.” Collin stared at the two men, and when they didn’t move right away, his patience snapped. “Get the fuck out of here.”

They grabbed the money and took off once the wall was opened again. Collin sat on the edge of the desk, blew out a breath, and stared at Marco and Peter, his two most loyal men who worked for him. “Let’s get laid and fucked up.” And then the three of them headed back out to the club to get their dicks wet and enjoy the rest of the evening with a little cocaine and some booze.

2

After the fall of civilization

Collin walked across the rooftop, his last cigarette in his mouth and the sun beating down on him. In just six short months, the city of New York crumbled.

Parts of buildings were missing from the bombs that had been dropped. The government