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would at least be able to think after this and remain Nicole.
     
    She calmed down, pacing a little with her phone in her hand, getting her voice and attitude, and memorizing lines. Then she called Cole. Her heart shattered and, for a moment, she thought she was going to die, right there. Just fall down dead. You can't live without a heart; everyone knows that. She hung up the phone and droped it, utterly defeated. Then she was slammed back on to the desk and Gabriel picked back up the needle, "Well that makes everything nice and tidy," he said, and then smirked at her, "You really are a stupid whore."
     
    "No, Gabriel! No! Don't do it! Fuck! Cole! Help!"
     
    The needle hit her vein and a fog was suddenly in her Brian, taking the world of fear and panic away, along with herself.
     
    "Now, isn't that better?" Gabriel asked her. "Don't worry about a thing. I can take care of all of this. And I do need to take care of all of it. Now that you are under control, we'll take care of Cole Porter next."
     

 
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    Cole stood with a hole in his chest so deep he couldn't breathe past the suction it created in him. His mind wouldn't catch gears; it just spun with no intelligible thoughts. Things like, "it wasn't really her," and "she had a gun to her head," and "I can't believe this," would flash across his mind, but all the bases were covered. He could call Angie, but he knew what she would say. Nicole left on her own and went back to Gabriel to be a call girl. Her reasons were valid and her voice matter of fact.
     
    Brian sensed something, because he came toward him, looking him over. But before he could ask, Jim's phone rang and Big Jim looked at the display and said, "What the fuck does this pimp think he's going to say now?"
    Cole snapped out of it enough to walk past Brian, asking, "Is that Gabriel? Would you mind speaker phone?"
     
    Jim looked at him and then looked harder at him, studying him, and then he said, "Yeah, all right. Everyone in this room is fully invested. Why not?" He set the phone on his desk and answered the call with the speaker, "What the fuck do you want?"
     
    Gabriel laughed, "Well, I just thought I would call and tell you that it's over. I'm done. Back to business."
     
    "What?" Jim bellowed.
     
    "I said it’s done. You win. And that's how I'll tell it to anyone who inquires. I was far too impulsive and it was all for nothing, really. I've lost my two best enforcers for no reason at all. She came back all on her own. She’s going to see a client tonight. So, you win."
     
    Jim snapped his eyes to Cole who looked slowly down at his phone still in his hand. Something black and angry came into Jim's eyes. "Well, that would be all nice and fuzzy if I gave a flying fuck about your call girl problems!"
     
    "What?"
     
    "I said I'm not interested in your girl coming back to you! You attacked my man! And I'm going to kill you for it. Do you understand me, you fucking twisted moron?"
     
    "Oh," Gabriel said, "Oh, that. Right. Yes, I would be looking for your ball-sack as a change purse if you did that to me, as well. So, I agree. It was definitely out of bounds on every level. So, what do you want? How much?"
     
    Cole could see he wanted to tell the man to fuck off, but that wouldn't be the best thing for the club. "Hold on," he said, and put the phone on mute. Turning to Cole, Jim told him, with a voice close to plea, "Give me something, Cole. Anything I can believe. Anything."
     
    Cole looked at his phone, played the conversation back through his head, searching. Nothing. Not a damn fucking thing. Lifting his eyes back up to Jim, he slowly shook his head and felt the rest of his life draining out of him into that back hole.
     
    Jim's shoulders sagged as he hit the button, "One million," he said into the speaker.
     
    "Bullshit," Gabriel sneered. "That man is still alive! I'm the one who lost men! My best men! Half!"
     
    Jim shook his head slowly and with the voice of death himself, he