Chapter 33
Brooks
Zhāng stumbles backward, grabbing at his chest. Ace could have ended him with one shot, but clearly wants him to suffer. I agree. Zhāng is going to suffer. A-fucking-lot.
“You bastard.”
“Careful, Zhāng. Don’t say anything that can’t be taken back.”
The wound in Zhāng’s chest is bleeding profusely. Not as much as Pastor Sullivan, who I’m fairly certain is dead. I kick his leg with my boot, earning a grunt.
Whoops.
Guess he isn’t dead.
Yet.
Ace notices and asks, “Eyeball golf?”
I think. “Perhaps we should save that for Zhāng.”
“Fuck both of you.”
“Not my style, man, though, I’m not judging you.” I lower my voice. “Jones? Does your wife know?”
He glares but remains silent. Guess I struck a nerve. He’s lucky. Unlike him, I won’t go after someone’s loved one to get revenge. No, I go straight to the source.
Pulling out my phone, I hit record.
“Now, Zhāng, we’re going to let everyone know what you’ve been up to, so there’s no question why you’re going to end up dead. Understand?”
He dips his head once. I mean, he’s got to know that this is over. There’s nowhere left for him to go or nowhere for him to run.
“Start from the beginning.”
I’m surprised when he does.
“I’ve been planning on overthrowing Blanc,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Why?”
“Why?” He scoffs. “Why not? We all know it’s time for a change. DeLeon knew it. Smith knew it. Hell, even the masked fucker killing everyone knows it.”
I notice Gabriel remains silent. Interesting.
“What was your plan tonight?”
“To bring more money into the Brotherhood using Jones as a cover.”
“And?”
“And getting you and Moretti to agree to helping me.”
“By…”
“Threatening your wives.”
Ace adds, “And our unborn children.”
“Yes.”
“Let it be clear that you didn’t accomplish your goal tonight.”
He coughs, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
“I have a gun wound to my chest. Of course, I didn’t accomplish my goal. Now, you’ve got your confession. Take me to a hospital.”
I bark out a laugh. “Did you not hear the part where I said you were going to end up dead? There’s no hospital in sight for you, old man. In fact, the only thing in your future is a trip to the Everglades.”
Ace leans in. “That means gator chow, Zhāng.”
The man pales, but we’re being honest. Once he’s dead, his body will be disposed of where no evidence will be found. Like Ace said, gator chow.
I stop the recording on my phone and send the video to Blanc with a message.
Blanc
We were looking at the wrong member. Jones’ only sin was loving the wrong person.
You’ll need to reach out to Grant Carter because he’s now an Elite Member.
Dropping my phone in my pocket, I take off my suit jacket, setting it aside. No need for an unwanted dry-cleaning trip.
I crack my knuckles as I face Zhāng and Sullivan.
“Let’s have some fun, boys.”