Don: The Blood Chains-Chapter 25: Broke.

As Pablo said it, Joseph was like he didn’t even hear it, or more like didn’t believe it. Like eating that steak, chewing it, all the flavour just hitting his sweet spot mixed up with the pain in his nose, and with the blood... like it all took away what just Pablo said.

But the thing is, he clearly said they are broke, which, as he swallowed the steak and finally looked at him, just doesn’t make any sense.

He clearly remembered when he was arrested, he was questioned where the fuck the 800 million disappeared from the account, how he spent it or where does he wired it... yeah, hundreds of millions were missing and it could be only done by Pablo and the others.

"800 million... that’s how much disappeared from the account." Joseph said as he looked at Pablo, and he was just smirking, but it was a nervous one.

"Yeah... 800 million, but it ended up being just a shy 600 million." He said, as if 600 million wasn’t much and Pablo noticed that Joseph was waiting for him to explain. "Thing is, to successfully evade every single agency on domestic and international level, we needed to reach out for professionals in the field and their cut was around 200 million, but the money became fully laundered and clean, with legitimate backing behind it so we could spend it how we want without any questions asked."

Around 25 percent cut... but it’s not that bad for crystal clear money... Joseph thought, because he remembered his father was getting finessed, at least that he could remember, he was many times angry and crashed out why money was missing, why they were taking 40 and 50 percent cut from the drug money.

"So then why are we broke?" He asked because Pablo had clearly said they only built the foundation of the family whatever that meant, but he also said they hadn’t bought a warehouse, started dealing drugs, or done anything else... and that was exactly why they were broke.

"We have no incoming money, but we needed to pay salary and keep people on bribes, which over the ten years cut a lot of it, not to mention that we bought top of the line weapons, armored cars, security systems all along the house... and of course the house itself."

Joseph noticed it, the part where Pablo said ’house’, his voice dropped low, even though earlier he had proudly talked about it.

"How much was the house?" Joseph asked, and yes, he hit the nail on the head and Pablo just became more stressed as he avoided eye contact with him. "I’m listening."

"It wasn’t that expensive, like looking at the fact it is a dead end, no entry, big walls, beautiful pillars, and the whole house packed with luxurious furniture, high tech system as well as it has a—"

"How much was it, Pablo?" Joseph asked as he now was very curious because it was obvious Pablo was just dodging the question, which just needed a simple answer.... he just needed to say the price.

"13..."

"That’s not bad at—"

"130... million."

Joseph just stopped completely, even stopped blinking, stopped reaching out for that last piece of steak, as if his mind just switched off hearing the number.

What he thought about that, it was impossible, because a rational person who has enough IQ knows that no fucking house is worth 130 million and well in his mind Pablo wasnt no dumb or retraderd, he fucking massacred his family and saved his half an hour ago.

"Pablo... you spent 20 percent for a single house...?"

"Yes."

"No warehouse, no production line, nothing... but a house?"

"Well, the house is the foundation of—"

"No Pablo, do you even understand how much money is 130 million... and you bought a house..." Joseph said and he wasn’t even angry or frustrated about it, just, it sounded like a joke, what exactly dumb fucking people do.

Like, for ten fucking years, they did nothing, just bought a house, and that was it. They sat around and waited idly for him to get released.They had hundreds of millions, and they decided to just wait... what the actual fuck is this?

"I know it sounds dumb." Pablo said. "But this house will be the headquarters of all operations. This is the spot where the most important decisions will be made for our future, and exactly why I chose this, to build up the family." He explained. "The house is like a fortress, you saw it too, high walls, barbed wire, cameras, sensors, and guards everywhere. Not even talking about the back, a lake, and a helicopter pad too. And well, we spent another 3 million to replace the windows and doors, so they are bulletproof and bomb proof."

Three million for doors and windows... but it is understandable, yes, 3 million...

"I just got out of prison, got kidnapped, beaten, my nose hurts, I probably smell like shit, and you say we are broke, sitting in a 130 million dollar palace."

"Exactly." Pablo was quick to answer with a faint smile on his face.

"I don’t want to hear more." Joseph said as he slowly stood up. "I’m going to shower and sleep."

"Of course." Pablo said as he stood up too. "Your room is up the second floor, to the right hallway at the end of it... but your nose... isn’t it broken?" He asked because it was too noticeable that his nose was not in its place, and blood was still coming out.

"Is it?"

"Yeah... or maybe it just dislocated. If it were broken, then blood would be gushing out," Pablo said as he was staring at Joseph’s nose.

"Then pop it back." He said, and suddenly stepped closer to him, which Pablo got surprised about.

"Me?" Pablo asked, as if he were being asked to defuse an atomic bomb.

"You were part of the deadliest special forces in the world... I think you can do it"

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