Chapter 29
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
INK
“ N ow that all you assholes have graced me with your presence,” Prez starts off church, earning a round of laughs from all the brothers. “You all know Sutton has run into some trouble. From what Ink has told me, it sounds like that trouble has gotten a fuck of a lot worse.”
Hash’s brows raise. “How much worse can it get? He already beat the shit out of her.”
My jaw clenches and eye twitches at the memory that’s still fresh in my brain.
“Easy. You’re probably next if you keep saying shit like that,” Prez reprimands.
“Please tell me you aren’t buying Wren’s karma bullshit?”
Prez leans back in his chair as he runs his hand through his beard, looking not one bit embarrassed, that is. “I don’t know, man. She hasn’t been wrong about it. They get what’s coming to them.”
“That’s because someone does it. Not fate.”
“Care to fill us in?” Prez asks, looking right at me as he switches the subject back to why we’re all here, ignoring Hash.
Every one of my brother’s eyes turns to me, waiting .
“Sutton’s ex had the balls to walk his bitch ass into Black Raven Ink and leave a note on the front desk for her, reminding her she needs to be back in his house today. I’m done pussyfooting around this. It’s time I pay him a visit.”
The silence in the room speaks volumes. They all know what this means. He not only disrespected me, but the club.
“Does he know who the fuck we are?” Cyrus asks in disbelief. “And people think I’m fucking crazy.”
“You are fucking crazy.” Prez rolls his eyes.
“We need to put a stop to this. Guys like him think they’re untouchable and can go wherever the fuck they want.
It’s time he gets taught a lesson that sounds like is fucking overdue.
No one fucks with the Dirty Devils. Between this shit with Sutton’s ex and the petty shit going on with the Black Diamonds, I’m about out of patience.
Shit is about to get real fucking funny soon. ”
“Here, here.” Hash pounds his fist on the table at the same time Cyrus howls like a dog.
I can’t help but snort. How does that motherfucker not think he’s crazy?
“Why does every guy who puts on a suit think it gives them a bigger dick?” Scotch asks, sounding pissed.
“No clue, but he’s about to get what’s comin’ to him,” I tell them.
They all grunt in agreement.
“Fuck it, I’m in. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had some fun.” Hash’s signature sinister smile spreads across his face as he cracks his knuckles. “What do you need from me?”
“Watch my back. I got the address from Sutton. You good with this, Prez?”
He inclines his head. “I’m good with it. Keep it as clean as possible. I’ll hold off on dealing with the Black Diamonds until we get this sorted. I want everyone’s head on right in case it blows up.”
“Appreciated.”
I’m not going to lie, it had been weighing on my mind. Sutton was already a distraction at the last run and now it’s even worse. The last thing I need is to be worried if her ex is going to pop up at Evan’s house or wherever else Sutton might be.
“What about me?” Cyrus asks out of nowhere.
“What about you?” Prez asks, looking like he already knows where this is going.
“They always get to have all the fun. It’s not fair.” He pouts. “Can I come?”
“What part of I want this as clean as possible are you not understanding?” Prez asks him.
“I can be clean!”
Loud laughter booms throughout the room because that’s the biggest fucking lie we’ve all ever heard.
“Brother, if we looked up chaotic mess in a dictionary, your mugshot would be right next to it.” Scotch laughs.
“Yeah, yeah. You all laugh but when it comes down to business, I’m the only one that likes to make it rain rivers of blood.”
“Take Cyrus with you.” Prez sighs, looking at Hash and I. “I don’t want to listen to him bitch about it anymore. Sutton going to work?”
I shake my head. “I told her if she hasn’t heard from me before, it’s time to head to the shop to stay at your and Evan’s house. I don’t want her out in the open.”
Prez nods his head. “I’ll put Levi on the house. If shit happens, between him and Hades they’ll be good. He’s been hanging out with this crazy motherfucker a little too much.” He nods to Cyrus, who is looking way too pleased with himself.
“When are we ridin’ out?” Hash asks.
“Tonight. I googled the address Sutton gave me and it looks like the house is in a small subdivision. I don’t want the little ol’ Karen callin’ the law on us before the fun even gets started.”
I would rather sneak up on him when I know he’s home. If Sutton’s hometown is as small as she made it sound, someone will for sure call us in if they see three guys lurking around. It’s always the cuts that scare people.
“If I have to haul my ass up there to bail you fucks out of jail, you’ll all be washin’ bikes for a month,” Prez tells us. “Actually, scratch that. Only Cyrus.”
Cyrus’ jaw drops. “Why only me?”
“You used up all of your get out of jail free cards. These two have one left.”
Cyrus crosses his arms and glares. “Given our profession, I petition they restart at the beginning of the year.”
“Petition denied.” Prez smirks, making all of us snicker.
He’s too easy to rile up.
That’s part of the reason he’s so fucking crazy. Once his fuse ignites, it’s not burning out until he’s satisfied with his work.
“I’m taking this as you claiming her?” Prez asks, drawing everyone’s attention back to me.
I meet every single brother’s eyes as I say, “I’m claimin’ her.”
Every one of them hollers, claps and cat calls, their way of congratulating me.
Turning to Prez, I ask over the noise, “You got any Gigante cigars layin’ around that you wouldn’t mind goin’ missin’?”
Prez’s gaze turns curious. “I think I have a box or two. Why?”
The corner of my mouth tips up in a sly smirk.
Perfect.
“No reason.”
“There a reason we’re back at this shit hole?” Hash asks as soon as we cut our engines in the motel parking lot.
“I just have a little pit stop to make,” I tell him.
“You forget something?” Hash asks, looking back at Cyrus to see if he knows anything.
“Don’t look at me. I’m just along for the ride.” Cyrus shrugs.
“Forgot to do something. You guys can wait here. I’ll only be a minute,” I call over my shoulder as I saunter up to the motel .
As I walk through the front entrance, I reach into my pocket and pull out my knife and flip it open, heading straight for the front desk.
“She ain’t here, man.” The piece of shit who gave Sutton’s room to Zach rushes out, looking at me with wide eyes.
A slow smirk takes over my face as I approach the desk, my boots echoing throughout the lobby with each step. As soon as I’m close enough, my hand with the knife darts out in a flash, stabbing him in the same bandaged hand Adduci did.
Once I feel the tip of the blade hit the wood desk, I rip it back out. His screams sound like music to my ears and he clutches his hand to his chest. Blood is pouring out of his hand, dripping down his arm and onto the desk and floor.
“I know she’s not. She’s in my fuckin’ bed. Look at me,” I demand over his screams, my tone sinister.
He looks up from his hand, meeting my hard gaze. His eyes are bloodshot and frantic, his face getting more pale with each breath he takes.
“That girl is mine. Consider this your warning for fuckin’ with the Dirty Devils. Next time I won’t be so nice.”
Reaching across the desk, I grab him by his shirt, using the fabric to clean his blood off my knife. Once all traces of blood are gone, I flip it closed and saunter back out to Hash and Cyrus without another word.
They both greet me with knowing smiles.
“We could hear him squealing like a pig from here. Is there anything left of him?” Hash laughs.
“‘Course there is.” I smirk as I fire up my bike.
On to the next piece of shit.
“For him being a suit in a small-town law firm, this pad looks pretty cushy,” Hash observes as he walks up to the house.
I was thinking the same thing. This place has to be at least 4,000 sqft and there’s a brand new Jaquar sitting in the drive. Suits make decent money, but he seems to be rolling it in for this area.
We found a small secluded pull-off where we hid the bikes. I figured he’d flee as soon as he heard the pipes outside his house. I want him scared, but I’m not chasing him down. That’s more Cyrus’ style.
“Looks like he’s home,” Cyrus says excitedly as we round the front of the house and slide around to the back.
We move along the house, hiding in the shadows to keep from being spotted with light illuminated from the windows.
“Does he need to have every single light on? Jesus fucking Christ,” Hash rumbles, following behind me.
God damn, he’s being a fucking dick tonight.
Cyrus side eyes me, letting me know he’s thinking the same thing.
Hash showed up pissed off with the fucking world and late, which isn’t like him. He wasn’t exactly forthcoming that he had shit to do beforehand, and wouldn’t tell us what it was either, which is weird as fuck in itself.
Ignoring him, I signal for them to stay back while I pick the lock. Wiz told us he had alarms in the house, but the system had been disabled two years ago. Weird flex to have a system and not use it, but I’m not complaining. It makes it that much easier to get to this piece of shit.
Pulling out my lock kit, I crouch down, angling myself to stay out of the light. This one takes about a minute before I hear the sweet click of the lock turning, telling me we’re in. Slowly sliding the patio door open, I signal for Hash and Cyrus to follow me.
I hear a T.V. playing off in the distance, making me head that way. I don’t bother being quiet this time. With each step I take, my boots echo on the wood floor. The closer we get, the more clear it’s becoming that he still doesn’t know we’re here.
Fucking idiot.
Standing in the opening of what looks like a family room with Hash and Cyrus flanking my sides, I take in the room. T.V. mounted on the back wall, one window on the side wall, but it doesn’t look like it opens. No other exits.