Monday Sampler: Fatal Greed by John W. Mefford
June 13, 2016
In our mission to connect readers, writers, and books, Caleb and Linda Pirtle is showcasing some of the best authors in the marketplace today. Monday’s Sampler features an excerpt from Fatal Greed, by John W. Mefford. Thriller fans will enjoy this murder conspiracy novel full of suspense and crime.
As one reviewer said: John W. Mefford can certainly write and pull you into the story in ways you won’t expect. If you have an open mind and crave for a plot that is imaginative and exciting, Fatal Greed must be on your reading list.
Greed knows no boundaries.
A corporate takeover bleeds its way into a private company in North Texas. Behind the scenes, deadly deals erupt from the greed-filled hearts of a select few powerful enough to make them happen.
What’s an employee to do?
For one unassuming man the thought of layoffs, of losing his own job to a bunch of arrogant assholes, feels like a kick to the jewels.
Until the day Michael Doyle’s life changes forever.
Perverse alliances. An affair of the heart. A gruesome murder. A spiraling string of events thrusts Michael into a life-or-death fight to save a tortured soul and hunt down a brutal killer…one who lurks closer than he ever imagined.
Before Raymond’s heart took a second beat, Tony dove across the bed, tackling the naked black man. Tony’s initial surge caromed Raymond off the side wall and into the bookshelf, knocking dusty books and fake plants to the floor.
Carol nearly peed herself in fright from the shocking entry. She continued to try to free her hands from the cuffs as the two men fought.
“You want a piece of me?” Raymond bellowed. Obviously energized by an adrenaline rush, he bounced to his feet, still in his dark socks and nothing else. “Boy, by the time I finish with you, you’re going to wish you hadn’t been jerking off in that closet.”
Although more than ten years older than his adversary, Tony was quicker and stronger. He dodged an errant right-hand jab, then grabbed Raymond’s fist and twisted his own body under Raymond’s arm. Instead of Tony gaining leverage, Raymond’s perspiration caused Tony to lose his grip. Raymond seized the opportunity to bull-rush Tony, flipping him against the metal headboard near Carol. Tony groaned as he landed on his right side.
Carol tried to kick Raymond, but he grabbed her left ankle and flung her sideways. The handcuffs stopped her momentum and kept her from flying across the room.
Tony composed himself, as he and Raymond faced each other, circling. Raymond continued talking and cursing.
“Come and get me, bitch,” Raymond barked.
“Don’t you get it?” Carol shouted. “We have everything on you. This is all being recorded. You want to see your life ruined? You’re going to be our bitch, Mr. Big Cock.”
“Shut up, Carol.” Tony’s steely look unsettled her.
Tony waited for another Raymond lunge. With perfect timing, Tony dropped to the floor and kicked out the back of Raymond’s knees, then thrust his left elbow into Raymond’s larynx. Raymond’s armed flailed, as he gasped for air.
Tony stood up and rammed his right foot into Raymond’s testicles. Even with restricted air flow, Raymond let out an agonized groan as he rolled onto his side holding his crotch.
Tony touched his head and saw blood on his hand. He rolled Raymond over, sat on top of him, and pummeled his face with closed-fist shots. “There’s only one bitch in this room, and that’s you, you fat fuck.”
Carol’s hands finally broke free from the cuffs.
“Stop it, Tony!” She jumped on his back. “We’re not going to kill this man. Chuck wouldn’t want it.” Carol’s weight made Tony fall backward. The impulse to destroy Raymond had been interrupted.
Tony gave Carol a cold stare, then turned back to Raymond. “Mr. Zoning Commission member, you can never speak of this day. You need to know how serious we are and what will happen if you don’t cooperate with our instructions.”
Tony grabbed his target’s right hand, and with the flick of his wrist snapped two of Raymond’s fingers, breaking each in several places. “Try to play on your computer with those fingers.”
Raymond cried out in pain. Tony bent down so Raymond could hear him. “If you cross me again, I’ll take a broomstick and shove it three feet up your ass.” Tony’s threat lowered Raymond’s moans to a soft murmur.
Carol didn’t move, now more fearful than when BBS was slapping and punching her. She had seen Tony in a couple of bar scuffles and knew he had a temper, but she’d never seen such ferocious anger.
Silence took over the room, aside from the rhythmic drumbeat of her heart reverberating in her core. Carol rose from the floor and tiptoed to the bathroom to clean her wounds. Minutes later, she came back out slightly more in control of her emotions, and stepped around the debris that littered the room. She kneeled to give Raymond a wet washcloth. He remained quiet but accepted the small token.
Tony, who had been standing in the corner, took three steps toward Carol.
“I’ve spoken to Chuck. He isn’t happy, but we’ve worked out a revised plan.”
Raymond would live, for now.