Chapter 10 #2
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Evan groans as she falls back against the couch, rubbing her temples. “I swear to god you guys are worse than the girls I dealt with in high school. Who blocks people anymore unless they’re literally a fucking psycho?”
“You just answered your own question. The cunt is clearly fucking psychotic,” Trick says.
He barely gets the last word out before I’m up, landing a hard punch to his jaw. Trick tries to get up, but I have the upper hand. I slam him back down onto the couch by his throat.
Cyrus jumps up, trying to get a lock on my arms from behind, but I’m bigger than him. Nothing is going to stop the anger I have pumping through my veins from Trick and his fucking mouth.
“Hash, let up, brother,” Cyrus barks in my ear.
“Cain!” Evan screams as she runs out of the room.
I land another punch to his jaw.
“Call her a cunt again. I fucking dare you,” I growl.
“What the fuck is going on?” Prez shouts as he comes into the room with Evan hot on his heels. “Get the fuck off of him, Hash. What’s the matter with you?”
I grunt in response as I give Trick one last final shove before releasing his throat and shrugging Cyrus off.
“Am I talking to the fucking wall?” Prez asks sarcastically.
“Nothing’s going on,” I answer, and I sit back down and pick my joint up off the floor that’s now just a roach.
Now I’m pissed I wasted perfectly good shit on this shithead.
“Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?” Prez is glaring right at me.
“To be fair, Trick shouldn’t have called Hash’s woman a cunt multiple times. I would have knocked his ass out too.” Cyrus says, having my back.
“Your woman?” Prez looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to explain.
“She’s not my woman anymore,” I say through gritted teeth.
“A baby mama he’s trying to make his woman.” Cyrus smirks.
“Come again?” Prez asks, his brow raising.
“Will you shut the fuck up?”
“I’m just helping you out.” Cyrus winks.
But you couldn’t help out two minutes ago. Fucker.
“I’ll fill you in later,” Evan tells him quietly. “I think Hash needs a minute.”
Thank you.
Finally, someone on my fucking side.
Prez nods before turning his attention to Trick and me. “You two good?”
“We’ll be good if he keeps his mouth shut,” I answer, and Trick grunts.
Prez shrugs, knowing this is as good as it’s going to get for right now. “Chill the fuck out tonight. Church in the morning. Let’s go to bed, hellcat.”
Evan giggles as Prez smacks her on the ass while he follows her upstairs.
All I can think about is how that would be Aisling and me right now if I didn’t fuck shit up.
I still feel like shit as I walk into church the next morning.
Everyone is already seated around the long oval table, and Trick’s bruised and swollen jaw is the first thing I lock eyes on. He throws a head nod my way. That’s about as good of an apology as I’m about to get out of him.
He’s lucky he didn’t say that shit to her face.
He’d be a dead man, brother or not.
“You two still good?” Prez asks, eyeing Trick and me as I take my seat.
Everyone besides Cyrus looks at us confused.
“We’re good,” I answer, not wanting to rehash this shit in church.
Prez studies us for a moment before finally nodding. “Let’s get this shit rolling.”
“It’s about damn time!” Cyrus yells as he pounds on the table. “I’m itching to kill this bitch. It’s making me twitchy.”
Prez sighs as he rubs his forehead. “Why do I get the feeling I fucked up in letting you be the one to school the prospect?”
“Because you did.” Scotch snorts.
“Fuck you, dude. You were bitching and moaning the entire time we had to clean up last time. As if you would get picked for the job,” Cyrus fires back as he leans back in his seat and crosses his arms.
“I wouldn’t have been bitching and moaning if you fucks knew how to do it right in the first place,” Scotch growls.
“That wasn’t my handiwork!” Cyrus yells.
“I remember you praising it.”
“Can you two shut the fuck up?” Prez slams the gavel down. “And you,” he points the gavel at Cyrus, “why am I always having to tell you to stop fucking talking? You know he’s trying to get a rise out of you.”
“He makes it so easy.” Scotch smirks as Cyrus glares.
“How are we playing this?” I ask, ready to get this over with.
I need to text Aisling and see if I can swing by today. Before church, I ordered eighteen black roses to be sent to her salon. One for every month I’ve been out of her life. I’m hoping that will win me some brownie points. Every chick likes flowers, right?
“The last two years, we’ve let him think he has the upper hand. He’s a stupid fuck for thinking this life isn’t about the long game. Some shit you can end quickly, but acting like you own the fucking place when you’re fresh? Fuck no,” Prez says.
We all grunt in agreement.
“I want to lure him out. If we can take him out, I think it will send the message we want — that we’re not to be fucked with.”
“Heard that,” I mutter.
“I’m going to check with Adduci to see if we can use his warehouse. I want to get him out there.”
“You think his brothers will go for that?” I ask, unsure.
Most of them are level-headed, but Gio makes Cyrus look normal.
“We need to find out what Rail’s vice is.
Everyone has a fucking vice. At the next drop, invite him to the bonfire Evan wants to throw on Devil’s Night.
I don’t want him around our family, but I think this is the only way to make him think he’s taking something from us.
A man like him doesn’t do anything unless there’s something in it for him,” Prez continues.
“And if he tries something at the bonfire?” Cyrus asks, trying to hide his excitement and failing miserably.
“He’s a fucking dead man.”