chocolate cake

A necessary evil, that is how he explained it. Some said he was a humble man, putting money in the palms of the poor, talking sense to those enraged by petty disputes, his feet sandaled by the dust of the streets.
In the face of a cliff, his underground cavern, where the kidnapped were tortured, screams like bats breaking into the night. Bodyguards, meth labs, illegal mining, extortion, drug lord.
He was the most wanted.
If not us, then someone else, he would say.
An untouched cake, meant for his birthday, and the surprise guests that
handcuffed him, held him.