Chapter Thirty-Seven
Zephyr
“I want her found!”
“We’re working on it,” I told the bitch through clenched teeth.
“Work harder. I gave you all a list; so far you haven’t produced a single name on that list. I’ve had to locate them myself.”
“And how’d that work out for you?” I asked.
The woman was old, but she wasn’t frail. Her hand shot out, and the slap echoed around the room. I wasn’t a pussy who believed women shouldn’t be hit. The only thing that kept me from killing this bitch was the four men standing behind her.
“Do not test me, Zephyr. I gave you everything you have, and I can take it away just as easily.”
“Satan’s Angels is mine,” I shouted, slamming a fist against my chest. “It’s my birthright as the oldest son.”
Sylvia St. James threw her head back and laughed. No, she didn’t laugh; she fucking cackled like the witch she was.
“You think that fucking matters? You think Cordell would give his legacy to his bastard?”
My jaw ached with the way I clenched my back teeth together. My eyes shot to the men standing behind her. Each one had a hand on their holstered weapon.
I calculated my odds. The time I needed to snap her fucking bird neck was only three seconds. But those men wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me. I considered whether killing this bitch was worth dying over.
In the end, I knew I had too many years left to waste it on her. Too much pussy still waiting for me to sink my dick into. She’d get hers, once we finished what we had set out to do.
“I have a lead on her.”
“Then get it done.”
Sylvia stormed out, followed by her fucking goons, and I pulled my phone out. Hitting a few numbers, I waited for him to answer.
“Hello?”
“You find her yet?”
“Yes, sir,” he said.
“Where the fuck is she?”
“No, sir, I wasn’t able to get it done.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I asked where she was, not if you had her.”
“Who you talking to, Prospect?”
Damn, the kid wasn’t alone.
“Tell him it’s your grandfather,” I said.
“My grandfather, VP. He needs help moving some shit.”
I was quiet on the line as I listened to the back and forth. When the fucking vice president finally let up, I said, “Meet me in Perryville.”
“That won’t work, Gramps. Too heavy.”
“You need to take someone with you, Prospect?” I heard through the line again.
“No, VP. It’s too heavy for my grandfather. He’s fucking stubborn.”
“I’ll give you fucking stubborn, kid.”
Perryville was out, though I didn’t know why. We’d met there before with no issue.
“Gramps, call Benton; he can meet me there.”
“Benton, Arkansas?”
“That’s the one.”
“One fucking hour, and you better have answers for me.”
I hung up the phone and climbed on my bike. I was taking a chance being in the city, but Little Rock was the largest city in Arkansas with over two hundred thousand people. Without my cut, I was just another nameless, faceless guy on a bike.
Pulling into Benton, I found a small diner off I-30 and sent the kid a pin, letting him know where I was. The waitress came over; she was young and pretty. Her dress pulled tight against her tits, and I made a production of adjusting my dick when she stood over me.
I smiled at her and her eyes filled with fear. Just the way I fucking liked it.
“W-would you like coffee?”
“Yeah, darlin’.”
I didn’t want to scare her too much. Not yet anyway. So I only winked at her and watched her ass jiggle as she scurried away. Then I focused my attention on the door and waited.
An hour and twenty fucking minutes later he finally strolled in. He sat down in the booth opposite me and I growled, “What took you so fucking long?”
“I had shit to finish before I could leave. This prospect gig is fucking bullshit.”
“Boo fucking hoo. Be glad you’re getting through it with the Silver Shadows, because if the Satan’s Angels got a hold of you, being my kid wouldn’t fucking matter.”
The waitress slowly made her way back to the table and my son flipped his cup over for her to pour him some coffee.
“Are you ready to order?”
“I just sat my ass down,” he snapped. “No, I’m not ready to fucking order.”
“Sorry,” she squeaked and rushed away.
I laughed out loud as my son shook his head. “Stupid bitch,” he grumbled.
“Where is she?” I asked.
“Can I get some fucking food first?” he muttered. He waved the girl over and we ordered. I didn’t have much faith the order would be right with the way her hand shook as she wrote it down.
God, I wanted to smack that tight little ass, but I kept my hands to myself. It wouldn’t do any good getting thrown out. I’d get my hands on her later.
“She’s at the clubhouse.”
“Fuck, how did she get there?”
“She showed up out of the blue. Why the fuck are we going after her? She doesn’t mean shit to us. She’s Stone’s fucking problem.”
“Because they’ll be expecting Stone. Strangers on a fucking train, kid.”
“What?” Christ, my kid was as dumb as the worthless cunt he came from.
“Strangers on a Train was a movie from the fifties. Two guys met on a train and started talking.” I shut my mouth as the waitress arrived again and nearly toppled the plate into my lap. God, she would feel so fucking good quivering around my dick.
I stared after her as she walked back toward the kitchen.
“Would you stop thinking with your dick and explain this shit.”
“Watch it, kid. You might be my son, but I’ll fucking put you in the ground,” I growled.
I added ketchup to my fries and continued, “Two guys meet on a train and start talking. They realize they both have people in their lives they need to get rid of, so they make a pact to kill the other’s person. That way there is no connection, no motive, and they each have an alibi.”
“So Stone is going after who?”
“Don’t fucking care, as long as someone kills fucking Morpheus.”
“Can I ask you a question without you getting pissy?”
I narrowed my eyes at my son. He didn’t look anything like me except for his eyes. Gray in color, and hard as steel. How those fuckers couldn’t see the psychopath behind them only proved how fucking stupid they were.
“Tread carefully,” I said as I leaned back, waiting to see what kind of bullshit came out of his mouth.
“How is Sylvia St. James running the show? The woman is fucking ancient.”
“Because she has the resources, and now that everyone knows she’s still alive, their focus is on her. She wants the kids. We want the Federation. Once we have it, we’ll do what no one else could and take her the fuck out.”
He nodded. My hand froze halfway to my mouth when he said, “Morgan’s pregnant.”
I smiled. “That means he’s distracted. That’s perfect.”
“O’Malley and King left two days ago. They were all there for fucking Thanksgiving.”
“At least you got some good food to eat.”
“That’s about the only plus. Morgan’s mother knows how to fucking cook. When this is over, I’m keeping her.”
“Morgan?” I asked.
“No, her fucking mother. The woman is a fucking MILF and she can cook.”
“Is that what’s fucking wrong with you? You didn’t get to suck on your mama’s titties long enough?”
“Fuck you, old man. Wait until you see her. She’s almost your age but you’d never fucking know it.”
“When you get back, send me a picture.”
The kid smiled and pulled out his phone. “Already got some.”
He opened up an app and pushed the phone over to me. I scrolled through the images and felt my dick stiffen even further. I wasn’t usually one to go for women my age, but the kid wasn’t wrong.
Bernadette Delany was a fucking knockout.
“I think she’s got something going with Smokey. He’ll be one of the first ones to go.”
I pushed the phone back and smiled. The kid was thinking with his dick. Like father like son.
“How you gonna get her out of there?”
“Haven’t figured that out yet. Have to get rid of fucking Jenna first.”
“Who the fuck is Jenna?” I asked, taking a bite of my food.
“A club whore. I’ve got a plan to get her locked up. The bitch is constantly roaming around the club, sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. She almost caught me a few times.”
“So fucking kill her and get it over with.”
“Can’t,” he mumbled, his mouth filled with food.
“Why the fuck not?”
He swallowed and glared at me. “Because fucking Huey, Dewey, and Louie.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Eagle, Falcon, and Hawk. They claim they’re triplets, but that’s bullshit. They brought her in and one of them is always around her. She never fucking leaves the club, so if she dies inside the gate, it would be suspicious. The prospects would be the first ones suspected.”
“So, what are you gonna do?”
“I said I have a plan. I’ll get her quarantined to her room.”
“You need to stop wasting time. I need that girl now.”
“And you’ll get her.”
His plate was empty, and he stood, throwing some money on the table. “Tomorrow, the girls are going shopping. That will be your opportunity. Don’t fuck it up.”
He turned and walked out the door. I swear to God, if that kid wasn’t my blood I’d put a bullet in his head myself.
I finished my coffee and went out to my bike. I took a ride and came back when the diner was closing. I waited out back, and when the door opened, I smiled.
“Hey, beautiful,” I whispered in her ear from behind with my hand over her mouth. “I’ve been waiting all day for you.”