Chapter 1

 

“I don’t give one shit what you think is a good idea.” I yell, pressing the gun to the side of this assholes head. It makes my heart rate spike.

“You can’t do this, Devil. It’ll cause a war.” He says, grunting between his teeth, I laugh. He thinks I really give a shit about a war? I am the motherfucking war!

“See, that’s where we disagree. I can do this; I can do whatever the hell I want. I don’t give a shit about you, or your little punk ass crew. Look at you! What kind of President cowers when a gun is aimed at his head?” The manically charged laughter that explodes out of me surprises Trick. He doesn’t say shit, though.

“This won’t end well for you.”  The asshole grunts as I press the gun just a little harder.

“Everything–ends well for me. Death is the ultimate goal, isn’t it?” I say before pulling the trigger. I watch as the blood and brain splatter before his body hangs limply in the chair. It’s a beautiful sight to behold.

“I’m not cleanin’ that shit up.” Trick chuckles behind me. I can’t help but laugh along with him.

“That’s why I killed him here. No clean-up.” I stuff my gun into the back of my jeans before running my face down my sleeve to clean off any blood that might have sprayed me.

“Get all those boxes over there.” I say, pointing to the pile on the small table. Trick begins to load them into the truck as I let out a sigh. I don’t like how easy it was to get to this stash. Something about this whole situation is unnerving. I light up a cigarette as I think on it. Nothing is out of the normal, except for the idiot being here alone. There are no other guys here and that’s what’s bothering me the most. I get that every man needs a little space, but when you’re sitting on this much money, you don’t leave it unattended.

“Why the hell are you lookin’ like that?” Trick says.  I look up and meet eyes with him.

“Just thinkin’ somethin’s off. Would you sit on your own, with this much product in-house?” Trick shrugs before he looks like he’s really thinking about it. His eyes widen when we hear a slight tick.

“Tell me you hear that.” I nod once before shoving off the counter.

“Get the hell out!”  I roar. Trick’s eyes widen before he leaps out the side door. I’m not far behind him.  The laughter that flows out of my mouth confuses the hell out of Trick. He wouldn’t understand, though. He isn’t me.

I shove myself off the ground when Trick speaks.

“Explosions amuse you? That’s fuckin’ good to know.”

I dust myself off before looking back at what’s left of the warehouse before I say, “Hey, clean up duty is now off the table.” I head back to the truck with Trick close behind me.

“Is this why they call you Devil? You really are fucked in the head, brother.” He states. I climb in the truck still a little unsure of everything. They knew they had a lot riding on that shipment. We drive for a while, a million thoughts floating around in my head. Why leave it with just their president? It doesn’t make sense to me. Something occurs to me. I turn to Trick and say, “Pull over.”

Trick takes the first pull-off he can find before I climb out of the truck. My heart hammers in my chest as I walk around to the back. Popping the tailgate, I pull a box toward the edge. I pull my knife out, cutting through the top of the box.

“They set him up.” The laughter that erupts out of me is manic. It’s a little on the funny side, though.

“What do you mean?” Trick asks, walking closer and looking into the boxes.

“Set us up, too.” He mumbles. The irony isn’t lost on me. We could have been blown to hell in that building. Thank the devil we weren’t.

“Dump that shit and let’s go.” I say. Trick chuckles, pulling all the boxes I just made him load back out of the truck. It’s a little amusing that he has to clean up anyway.

“What the fuck you think they set him up for?” Trick asks breathlessly as he hauls the boxes. Smoking my cigarette, I watch him unload the rest.

“Fuck if I know. Guess we’ll be findin’ out.” Trick finishes tossing the boxes before climbing back in the truck.

“Pretty fucked up they did that shit to their own Prez.” He says. Nodding my head that it is.  However, some clubs are like that. They don’t care who they have to go through to make it to the top. Even if it is their own president. A few of these clubs are like that. Whoever feels they can make it out of last position, will fuck their presidents, without them even noticing.  It’s a sad way to live your life. This MC is family to me. I would never fuck them over in anyway.  

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Dragon crosses his arms over his chest before leaning back in his chair.

“That is some of the most insane shit, I’ve ever heard.”

“Heard that. It wasn’t makin’ much sense to me either. Now we need to figure out what the hell is goin’ on.” I say. The guys all nod their agreement when my eyes find Angel.

She’s wiping one of the counters. Her long hair falling down her back.  In any other situation, she would be perfect. I only wish that could be this one. My heart leaps around inside of me. I don’t understand how she makes me feel the way she does.

“Pay attention, fucker,” Roc snaps, slapping a hand across my chest. I blink a few times, dragging my ass back into the conversation.

“We can get in with them later. They don’t know who hit the warehouse. Throw out a few questions, see what we get.” I say. Making the suggestion is easy, getting them to agree isn’t always that simple.

“Vote it.” Dragon yells over the top of all of us. He looks around at all the guys. Obviously, I agree, since I brought it up. The guys all agree with me on this one, which is shocking as hell.

“Ok. I’ll get word out, see what comes back. Until then, we fuck it.” Dragons says shrugging. Dragon stands and pulls his phone out. I know he’s going to start making phone calls. I wait until all the guys leave the room before I stand. Angel doesn’t see me coming as I make my way toward her. I startle her slightly when I wrap my arms around her waist.

“What are you doing?”  She asks, cocking her head to the side, her eyes burning into me.

“I don’t fuckin’ know, Angel. Every goddamn time I look at you–I can’t stop myself.” I whisper while my lips roam over her neck before stopping at her shoulder.

“It’s what I’m here for.” She says honestly. Fuck! As much as I know that’s the truth, I don’t want her that way. My hands drop from around her before she spins to look at me.

“What did I say?” Shaking my head, I run my hand through my hair.

“You didn’t say anything. Sorry.” Angel reaches for me and I almost let her.

Almost.