Chapter 6 #2
Destiny gasped and something clattered on his end. “Why do you want to know about him? The commissioner isn’t someone to mess around with. He’s not afraid to do the worst things a person can do and that’s a fact. Stay away from him.”
“Don’t worry about it. I need to know. Where is he?”
He hummed. “You better tell Destiny everything later.”
I tapped my forehead with the phone, sighing, then scowled at the counter. “He sent some of his jackbooted asshats to the clubhouse and they hurt Will. Hurt him! They grabbed me and fucked with me, but I care less about that.”
Destiny rattled off an address so fast that I couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
“Could you repeat that slowly?” I asked, dragging a notepad toward myself. He said everything a second time, but it was still at top speed.
“Be careful. I’m telling you, he has zero conscience. The man is selfish and greedy and can’t be reasoned with unless you have something to hold over his head.” The anguish in Destiny’s voice was real, and I felt bad for involving him. We all had our own skeletons in the closet in the club.
“Don’t worry. I’m not planning a negotiation.
I’m planning hell.” I didn’t want to discuss this.
No, I was more of an action man. I ended the call and took off on foot.
I could’ve tried to get a ride back to the clubhouse, but right now I would trust that one, the brothers would take care of Will, and two, if the cops were looking for me again, they would start there.
I was going to finish this tonight.
Destiny wouldn’t need to worry anymore.
Neither would Will, the Kings, or anyone else.
I was going to rid the world of some filth.
My jaw clenched. I stopped off to buy a pack of cigarettes because there was a high chance I might die tonight, and I might as well fucking smoke.
I wanted Will to keep his shit together for me, and here I was running off into danger, but I couldn’t stand this.
I walked the neighborhood near the commissioner’s house until darkness fell, then found the place and hid near an old oak tree.
I didn’t doubt that the house was probably rigged up with cameras, but I kept close to the trunk and waited.
The house was quiet and the windows were blank, reflecting the streetlights. No one was home. I suspected Destiny’s mother was just as bad as his father from the little bit I’d heard from him one night when he was shit-faced, so maybe I would shoot them both.
Stone-cold fury whittled down my attention to a laser beam. I probably should want revenge for myself, but he’d sent those men. They’d hurt Will.
Someone was going to fucking pay for it.
Staring at the door, I smoked another cigarette.
“Fucking hell.” King’s voice behind me made me jump. “You know this is dog-shit stupid, right?” His raspy laugh was steady, a good indicator King hadn’t been drinking yet tonight.
“Destiny ratted me out,” I said, flicking down my cigarette. I stomped on it.
“And it was a good goddamned thing!” Will said.
Whirling around, I felt guilty in a way I never had. His face was tight with pain and he glared.
“Why did you bring yourself here?” I demanded, grabbing his shoulders. “You should be resting somewhere.”
He sank his fist into my gut, and I wasn’t ready for it. I grabbed the back of his neck, clutching hard.
“Fucking sucker punch,” I wheezed.
“If you go to prison for life, that’s the same as dead.” He snagged my chin and planted his soft lips over mine.
Oh, shit. Warmth rushed through me and tingled in my gut. This was a hell of a reward for doing something stupid. Moaning, I slid my arms around him and opened my mouth a bit, hoping to tempt him into tangling his tongue with mine.
King chuckled. “Let’s fucking go, you morons.
I have a plan in the works for this fucker, something really good, and I can’t have you fucking it up, PD.
As fun as it would be to drill him full of holes and leave him out to rot, it won’t expose any of his dirty dealings.
Destiny wants his legacy to turn to mold and rabid dog farts. I concur.”
Will stepped back and he was unsteady. I grabbed his shoulders, then slid my arm across them. I had no idea what was going on with us yet, but I knew I couldn’t stand to see him injured again.
“What about those cops who hurt Will?”
“Will is right here and Will can do something about them,” he grumbled.
King grabbed the collar of my shirt and tugged me forward before he whirled around and led the way down the street, the grand marshal of the miscreant parade.
“You’re right, Will. And I’ve had an idea I’ve wanted to try for a while that would be goddamned hilarious, but we need a foggy night for it. Let’s hang tight. You’re okay, right?” King asked me, turning just enough to glance at my face as we walked under a streetlight.
“I’m alive.” I laughed, a big boisterous sound that broke the night, and he grinned.
“Hell yeah, you are.” He patted my shoulder, and Will tightened his arm around me.
“You’ll laugh when he tells you about his plan,” Will said, giving me a grin I hadn’t seen in a while.
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense!”
King snorted.