Chapter Five
Fernandez
The tick in my fucking eye stops for a split second and I slam my hand against the table. “If you know what’s good for you,” I say, looking at the two idiots in the room, “you’ll get some fucking answers to my questions.” Goose and Lucas stare at me like the dumbasses they are. I have no idea what kind of name Goose is, but all I cared about when I brought him on was his willingness to take on Moon’s organization. He also has no problem with killing women and seems to enjoy it. He looks like a Goose if that’s possible. Tall, thin, a pimply face, crackhead teeth, and a neck too damn long for his body. Lucas, on the other hand, packs on the pounds mostly around his fat midsection. His body odor is more than displeasing and he needs to brush his fucking teeth once in a while. Both men are scum and right now, I need scum.
A bigger problem is that Lucas is not keen on killing women. I strangled the last whore after sharing her with both men and Lucas freaked out. I swear the fucktard almost cried and I thought I would need to kill him before I’m ready. His willingness to dump the body is all that saved his worthless life. Well, that and Goose’s presence. The two of them are family. Lucas is Goose’s cousin or some such shit. I came into contact with them when I made a drug buy and offered them a deal. They’re related to a high school student who’s a major player in their drug business. Lucas and Goose were cutting pure cocaine with undesirable elements so the price would be accessible for the younger crowd their cousin deals to. Their business was booming until Moon got wind of what was happening and put a stop to their enterprise. From what they told me, they’re lucky to be alive. Besides having the shit kicked out of them, they’re unhappy about the huge hit to their income while the future dropouts of America breathe down their necks trying to get their next fix.
For now, I’m stuck with these morons. I lost my entire fucking crew to Austin, the fucking pussy. It’s been harder than I thought to round up good men. I slam back a double shot of tequila and laugh, causing the two men to stop their secret squirrel gibberish and look at me. I raise my chin and set these assholes straight. “Moon’s woman is mine and the two of you will stay the fuck off her. The black cunt can stroke your dicks as often as you like.”
Goose smiles and Lucas looks away from me. He’s a fucking pansy and eventually I’ll be taking him out along with Goose. Loose ends won’t be needed when this wraps up. Others can fight over Moon’s territory after I’ve taken him down. It’s not Moon I really care about, it’s Austin and my sister, Melina. That little bitch will suffer and when I’ve squeezed the last inch of blood from her man’s putrid heart, California and Melina will be mine.
I wipe my arm across my brow. The fucking heat of this desert has sweat running down the inside of my once pristine shirt and soaking the waist of my pants beneath the belt. Soon this heat will be replaced by an ocean breeze. So much easier to dispose of dead cunts in the water too. The ocean has a way of disposing of evidence, whereas this godforsaken desert is shit. You would think the ground was made of solid steel with how hard it is to shovel out a grave. Not that I did the work, but I had to listen to the Bobbsey Twins bitch the entire time.
The place we’re staying is another matter. It’s a fucking Airbnb that I booked under an assumed name with a pay as you go credit card. I purchased hundreds of them when my life went to shit and I needed untraceable spending. This fucking world runs off credit cards and if you’re trying to stay under the radar, pre-paid credit cards are the only way to pay. Along with the credit cards, cash, and my cache of disposable phones, Moon and his henchmen will never find me.
This house is perfect for my needs. It sits on the outskirts of Phoenix with enough privacy for the ladies in the back bedroom to scream their fucking heads off. Goose and Lucas moved everything out of the room and moved two mattresses in from bunkbeds that were in the smallest bedroom. They also secured plywood over the windows and a padlock for the door so the women couldn’t escape. I rented the place for a month and paid up front so no one will bother us. If they do, they won’t need to worry about the condition we leave the house in. Privacy was one of my top qualifications and I made that clear.
There’s a swimming pool outside if anyone is brave enough to sit in the heat and boil. No thank you. Even though the air conditioner takes the inside temperature down into the low seventies, it’s too damn hot. The short trips I take outside to get in and out of my vehicle drive me the craziest. The heat is heavy like a wool blanket and leaches the water from my body. Who in their right mind would live in this godforsaken wasteland without someone holding a gun to their head?
With a heavy sigh caused by spending time with idiots and the heat, I glance down at my fingernails that are in need of a manicure. I’m pulled away from the serious endeavor of extracting a bit of dirt from beneath my thumbnail when the cell phone beside me rings. I check the number and it’s the call I’ve been waiting for. I don’t bother saying hello. It’s not the type of relationship we have. I simply listen until the voice goes silent. “Go home,” I tell the caller. “I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you what I need.”
Moon and Gomez are on the move. Moon is scrambling and he’s wide awake at 3 a.m. just like I am.
I glance at Goose and Lucas. “Let’s go play with the women,” I say with a grin. It’s time to take a little bitch vengeance against Moon. He thinks he controls the world and his bitch is about to learn differently. I’m in control and as long as I have his wife, I own him.