6. South Side Bikers
South Side Bikers
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S t o n e (22)
"Where the fuck is it, Kilo?" I seethed and pressed the muzzle of my Glock against his temple, enjoying watching him tremble like a fucking bitch. Ace and Eli rummage through his shithole apartment, which is typical for Southie.
Needles and crack pipes are fucking everywhere, and this motherfucker's eyes are large, black, and wild, most likely from hitting the crack pipe just before we broke through the door. Noticing how pissed the guys are getting, I press the gun harder against his head, switching the safety off so he knows I'm not here to fuck around.
"I'm going to ask you one more fucking time. Where. Is. The. Fucking. Money?" I get in his face, our noses touching, and fear flashes through his eyes.
"I... I don't have it, Stone," he manages to croak out in between sobs as he continues to shake like a fucking leaf.
"Well, you had it. You did the fucking run for my old man, and when he finds out you don't have his shit, he's not going to think twice about putting a fucking bullet into your skull." I look over at Ace, who raises his hands and shakes his head, still unable to find what we came for.
"It ain't here, man. We've turned this place upside down, and there's not a fucking cent," Eli roars, angry, irritated, and his mind occupied. "Call your father and see what he wants us to do."
"Watch him," I said, moving away from Kilo, who was tied to one of his kitchen table chairs, his face covered in bruises that had cut and bloodied my knuckles.
Stepping into the bedroom, I close the door, light a cigarette, and call my father while looking out the window at Boston's bright city lights illuminating the dark sky.
"What is it?"
"Kilo doesn't have your money. How do you want us to move forward?"
"Where exactly did he say it was? That's ten grand, Stone; it didn't just fucking disappear," he growls, extremely pissed off.
"He didn't. The fucker is high out of his mind. He can't remember shit, or he just doesn't want to tell me."
"Ask him again. If he doesn't answer, fucking kill him." He hangs up, leaving me heaving a sigh as I try to prepare myself for another kill.
It's not like it's my first one, but shit, each kill takes a fucking toll on me; it never gets easier.
I knew what I was signing up for when I begged my father at eighteen to let me into the SSB, but after I was initiated in, I realized I had no idea what the fuck I was actually signing up for. My father and Colt—Emerson and Eli's father—were once among the most feared men in Boston, and after Colt was murdered, my father became even more ruthless.
I puff heavily on my cigarette as I return to the crack den of a living room, my Glock still in my hand and my finger on the trigger. I stand behind Kilo, remaining silent as I nod to Eli.
"Where is the fucking money, Kilo? That's all we want to know," Eli tells him as he and Ace step back and to the side, out of the path of the blood spatter that's about to paint his crummy carpet.
"I told you, I don’t have—"
I press the gun against the back of his head and pull the trigger without blinking, blowing mentholated smoke into the open, bloody wound as his body slumps forward.
"I had an order," I explained, as the guys looked at me in shock.
They shrugged and wiped down everything they touched, even though they were wearing gloves, before we slipped back into the darkness, the warm air embracing us like a mother's hug.
We knew it would be a long night spent cleaning, disposing of evidence, and burying the body. But in the life of an SSB, it was just another day. There was always more work to do. This was our world, and we were the predators. And I was always prepared for the next hunt.
We walk a few blocks to where our bikes are parked, enjoying the summer breeze and the echo of multiple gunshots in the night.
"You all going to Nantasket tonight?" Swinging my leg over my bike, I ask.
"I still need to talk with Em about it, so we will probably ride up there tomorrow, but you can go tonight." Eli puts his helmet on and inserts his key into the ignition. "I'm going to Nova's tonight for a bit before I go home, so I'll see you bastards later." Ace and I watch him ride off into the night as the roar of his bike pierces my ears.
The thought of Emerson being alone entices me, but with Ace here, I can't risk someone finding out that I went behind Eli's back to see her.
But... fuck. I desperately want to.
She has at least four of us obsessed with her, and she has no idea. Oh, but she will, especially if we are all stuck at the beach house for the summer.
"You want to go to the bar?" Peering through his open visor, Ace asks.
"Fuck it. Why not?"
Pushing Blue Eyes out of my mind, Ace and I ride side by side down the street, the wind whipping harder the faster we go.
We pull into the bar's parking lot, live music and conversation filling the warm summer night. As we walk in, I can't help but wonder if Emerson will be coming. But I quickly dismiss the thought, instead focusing on the drinks and the good times ahead.
We find a table near the stage and settle in, the energy of the room drowning out the lingering thoughts of what could have been. For now, I'm content to enjoy the night, the music, and the company around me.
But the thought of Emerson lingers in the back of my mind, and I cannot shake the feeling that this summer will change everything.
A c e (27)
Stone and I enter the crowded bar and head straight for our usual booth in the back, noting that Seven is the only one sitting there. As soon as Kylie notices us sitting down, she walks over and places a bottle of Crown and four shot glasses on the table before sauntering away with a wink and flipping her hair over her shoulders.
Seven goes for the bottle first, stuck in a zone without blinking.
"What is your fucking problem?" I ask, pushing a shot glass toward him to fill.
"Not shit. I'm just in a mood," he huffs, taking a shot before filling mine. "It has just been a long night. Where the fuck have you both been?
"Doing a job for dad," Stone replies in a monotone, still shaken up by yet another kill.
I reach under the table and place my hand on his knee, gently grazing it up his thigh. He relaxes slightly against my touch, and I know exactly what he needs. Even though we're both attracted to women, we've been attracted to each other since fucking high-school, and it's no secret either.
"Where are your father and Eli?" Seven tosses another shot back, sliding the bottle over to us as the music pulsates throughout the bar and the bass vibrates through our bodies.
"Eli is with Nova, but I have no idea where my old man is."
"He was here, but he took a call and left without saying anything." Seven studies Stone as I palm his cock beneath the table, feeling it grow against my hand.
As I slip my hand down his pants and grab his cock, Seven turns toward the entrance, his jaw dropping open. Stone and I exchange looks, my hand stroking him firm and slow, just the way he likes it. He spreads his legs and leans against the back of the booth, causing his shoulders to slump.
Kane enters the room with a furious expression on his face and a step that shouts "fury." Stone tenses up as my hand continues to stroke him under the table, trying to keep him steady. Ignorant of the situation, Seven grabs the bottle and fills his glass once more.
"What the hell are you doing here, looking like that?" Stone's voice is low and dangerous as he tries to suppress a moan as I squeeze the tip of his dick, smearing little beads of moisture all around it.
"I'm here for a drink. What's it to you?" Kane retorts, his tone defensive as he glares at his son..
His eyes narrow as he glares at us, his jaw clenched. I can feel Stone's heart racing under my touch as the tension in the booth grows, my hand sliding up and down his dick. Seven just stares at the door, looking for Emerson, not even bothering to hide his obsession with her anymore.
"Where the fuck is Eli?" Kane looks around, trying to find him in the crowd.
"Not here. He went and met up with Nova after we finished the job," I answer, since Stone is gripping the edge of the table, fighting through the orgasm that's bubbling to the surface.
I feel hot cum spurt from his cock, and I use it as lube to finish him off, stroking fast and hard until Stone goes limp and begins to pant. I pull my hand out of his boxers and wipe his cum on my pants, a grin on my face as I take another shot.
"I need to talk with the two of you," Kane demands, glaring at us sternly.
Taking a minute to regain his composure, Stone nods, takes one more shot, and slides out of the booth with me right behind him.
"I needed more than just a fucking rub and tug, Ace," he whispers as we follow his father to the back room.
"I gotchu, baby boy. Just wait until later."