Chapter 31

 

Thoroughly fucked, I feel sated. My body had relaxed and calmed significantly. Everleigh got dressed before I even moved off the bed.

“You do know they are going to realize what we were doing.” I give her a sly grin. I don’t give a shit what they think.

“I don’t care. I needed that.” Ev tosses my jeans at me before I hear her laugh.

“You are crazy.” Sliding my jeans back on, I climb off the bed and sneak up behind her.

“Only for you.” Biting her neck, she squeals.

“Get your clothes on. I’m going to check on Jeremy.” She turns her head, placing a kiss to my lips before walking off. Shit, she has my dick hard again. Moving to grab my shirt, my phone rings. I pull it out, to see it’s Bear.

“Big Bear. Got time to talk?” I hear him huff on the other end before he answers.

“Yeah, heard you got good and bad news for me.” He doesn’t sound too happy. Hell, I’m not either after what I learned.

“Somethin’ like that. I’d rather meet in person, but you were on a run.” Bear grunts, I take that as his run didn’t go over too well.

“Heard you’re gettin’ some shit from Streets at a pretty high rate.” I set the phone down, pulling my shirt over my head.

“Yeah. They are really fuckin’ me on that.” So much so, he doesn’t even know it yet. 

“Thing is—the product you’re buyin’ is ours. We caught them in some shit, upped the price on them.” I hear Bear cursing in the background. He’s beyond pissed.

“I was wonderin’ where the fuck they were gettin’ such good product. Fuckin’ little bastards.” Chuckling, I grab my boots, pulling them back on.

“We need to put a stop to that shit. You want to run shit; we got you. I know we talked that shit over before.” Grunting into the other end, I wait. I know there’s something else.

“Thing is... We didn’t want to get wrapped up in the shit you’re involved in, Dragon. We got word you were into this cop killin’ shit.” Holy shit! Where the fuck did they hear that from?

“Cop killin’? That ain’t my style, brother.”

“I didn’t think so either, but there is some proof out there from what I heard.” What the fuck kind of proof is there? I haven’t heard shit, and I know for a fact we didn’t leave any fucking evidence lying around.

“Suppose you don’t wanna tell me where that’s comin’ from.”

“Sorry, Dragon. We have enough shit comin’ back from our own runs.” The line goes dead, and my body goes into high alert. None of this makes sense. We made sure to leave no evidence at all. Storming out of the room, I head straight to the kitchen.

“Church, now!” I yell. Turning on my heel, I head back out toward the lobby. The guys filter out there looking at me funny. They aren’t going to like this one bit. 

“Talked with Bear. He now knows he’s runnin’ our shit. He don’t want a meet either,” I say with anger. I see the look on their faces; they don’t understand either.

“Seems we’re known for killin’ cops now. He wants no part of it. The problem bein’, we only killed one. And that one isn’t talkin.” Devil grins while shaking his head.

“Sure, the fuck ain’t. I made sure of that.”

“And there lies the problem. He ain’t talkin’ so who the fuck is?”  I ask the question. We all share glances, but no one speaks.

We’re all thinking the same thing, but no one will say it.

“We go after Streets first. Those fuckers are fuckin’ up our products. Now the other clubs out there are thinkin’ they have a good fuckin’ product when it’s ours.” That pisses me off. I thought Marcus had learned his lesson, but I guess I was wrong on that level.

“Fuckin’ hell. When are we gettin’ a break from this shit?” Ghost says as he runs his hand over his face pissed, much like the rest of us.

“When we get these fucks taken care of. I’m gonna have a little chat with Wiley.”  Roc shakes his head before he talks.

“No way in the fuck, Dragon. That will only draw more fuckin’ unwanted attention that we don’t need.” I know he’s right, but Wiley’s been making good money off us for a long time just to turn around and rat us out.

“He’s up to somethin’, Roc. I want to know what. If I don’t talk, we dig.” Devil nods his head, knowing that shit with Wiley could go bad at any second.

“We dig. I’ll get a few guys on it.” Glancing at Devil, I nod.

“Fine. Get them on it but gear up tonight, we’re goin’ out to visit Streets.” 

***

“Anything I can do?” Shaking my head, my mom watches us suit up for this shit.

“No. We need to get a handle on shit before it gets too far gone.” Of everyone here, she would understand that.

“You remind me so much of your dad,” she says.  My eyes find hers. Tears well up in them.

“He was a good man. I miss the hell outta him.” Her hand comes to my cheek.

“I know he’s proud of what you’ve accomplished, son. Do you mind if I hang around while you’re out? I’d like to spend more time with everyone.” As if that was even a question.

“You’re family. You’re welcome here at any time,” I say.  I lean down and press a kiss to her cheek as she smiles.

“Thank you. I want to play with Haylee. She’s a mess.” She’s telling me things I already know.

“She can talk your ear off. I’m sure she’d like havin’ you stay longer.” Nodding her head, she steps back as I finish getting ready.

My mind is in the zone right now. Not much is going to pull me out of it either.  This club has been fucked far too many times, and Marcus knows he’s messed up.

He’ll be lucky if he’s even walking by the time I get ahold of him. Feeling a lot like Devil right now, I glance around and find him.

He looks like I feel. He looks like he’s lost in his own head, and that’s never a place you want to be. 

I kissed my girl and kids goodbye before I set out on my way. My heart thumps in my chest. Shit with Marcus could quickly get out of hand. We all know the risk we’re running right now. This is what we do, though. This is who we are, and now someone is fucking with that. Our ride to their regular spot doesn’t take long. We climb off the bikes, looking around the area.

“Where the fuck are they?” Devil is the first to speak when we don’t see any sign of them.

“Think they moved?” Devil asks.  Glancing at Roc, I shrug.

“Don’t know. Haven’t heard shit since the last shipment. Go look around, call out if you see anything,” I say. We all spread out, looking around the area.  If they moved, I damn sure don’t know where they would be. Ghost and I walk around the alley before I spot one of the lower level soldiers on the corner.

“Look.” Nudging him, he whistles loudly letting the others know we found something.  The kid turns and sees us when he takes off.

“Goddamn, I’m not in my runnin’ shoes,” Ghost yells as he takes off running after him. I head back toward the other end, hoping to come up and around to cut his ass off. As soon as I get around, though, I see Ghost with his hand around the little fuckers throat.

“Thanks for the help.” He’s breathless, but there’s a smile on his face.

“You're a fast son of a bitch!” The other guys come to meet us.

“Damn, I ain’t never seen you run like that. Not even for pussy.” Devil slaps a hand on his shoulder as we all laugh.

“Where’s Marcus?”