Chapter 5
FIVE
COBALT
Just hearing his whining voice turns my stomach.
Salvatore is a huge pain in my ass and refuses to cut us loose from our dealings with the Mob.
I’ve tried everything—including offering to pay him off—but no, the bastard will not cut ties.
First, he bitched because somehow his men lost Stash.
He repeatedly asked me if I helped the weasel get away.
I lied through my teeth, telling the Mob boss absolutely fuckin’ not, why would I do that?
Next, he ranted and raved about Julie. The reason behind his call finally rears its ugly head, I should have known.
Salvatore tells me that since we owe him a favor, he’s calling it in.
Not sure how he gets we owe him a one-off, but what the fuck, I’m only the president of this club.
It’s not worth arguing, well, until he tells me what he wants us to do.
He wants us to whack Julie and her brother, Stash.
Once we have physical proof of their deaths, our debt to the Mob is settled.
There’s a couple of problems with this scenario from this insane jagoff.
First, we have no outstanding debt to the Mob or anyone else.
When I became president I made sure, though it took some time, our club owes no one and we run in the black always.
Second, I trust this asshole about as far as I can throw him, which ain’t a long distance ’cause he’s a fat ass.
This motherfucker is a lunatic if he thinks I’m getting involved with this type of heat.
If I take an educated guess, Salvatore got too greedy and got his hands caught in the piggy bank, so to speak.
He forgets there is always someone above ya, no matter what ya do.
I’m just starting to be able to catch a breath from the last encounter with him.
I swore back then we’d never get involved again and I meant it, though not sure how I’m gonna pull this shit off.
With that thought in my mind, I also know I have to play this one close to the vest. He has way too many people working with him.
What I do know is Julie and Stash are probably in the safest place with us, as long as they stay put and stay off the grid.
From what Stash told us and what I’ve seen, which hasn’t been much, I do know the purple-haired woman isn’t going to be easy to try to control and keep her in one place.
Gonna need to get her brother to work with us so together we can protect her, whether Julie likes it or not.
That’s the only option because, if she leaves here, she’s as good as dead, probably the minute she’s off KOAMC property.
I’m half listening to Salvatore but when he comes right out and threatens my club, brothers, and me, I’ve had enough of his fuckin’ Italian mouth.
“Listen, Sally, if you’re gonna threaten me then this telephone call is over. Don’t need your bullshit, we got enough of our own.”
Before I can hang up, he tells me he’ll pay me a million dollars for the brother-sister team.
I can’t believe my ears, which instantly has my Spidey senses tingling.
What do these two have knowledge of that the Mob, particularly this blowhole, is willing to order a million-dollar hit.
When I go to ask a question, or more like twenty, Salvatore hangs up on my ass, though not before telling me I was gonna pay for calling him Sally.
I started using that nickname months ago ’cause I knew it pissed him the fuck off.
The pounding in my head is getting worse, telling me to grab my prescription, take a pill, and get my ass in a dark room with ice.
Since being in the service, with multiple tours in the Gulf War, with all the action I saw and being close by when IEDs blew and all other shit we were exposed to, my head is totally fucked.
Been to see doctors and specialists, and they all have told me the same thing.
Nothing they can really do except try to help with medications and to keep my stress levels down.
What the fuck? Like that is ever going to happen in my lifetime.
I do remind myself that my injuries could be a lot worse.
Incubus and I, along with a few other brothers, had carried out friends who didn’t make it or wish they hadn’t.
Need to keep myself in some sort of check and balance, which lately has been a total joke.
Too much going on trying to keep the good and evil from colliding.
Now, I gotta deal with Salvatore while trying to keep both Julie and Stash alive, hidden, and figure out exactly what they have on the Mob and, more importantly, Salvatore.
Smirking, I think of the attitude I just got from her a little bit ago, which lets me know this ain’t gonna be an easy thing to do.
She’s gonna fight me at every turn, I’m sure.
And for some reason that makes me excited, looking forward to the back-and-forth with her, while it brings a smile to my face. Can I say fucked in the head?
Making my way to my room, I’m stopped by one of the club whores standing at my bedroom door.
I take in a deep breath ’cause I can guess Sparkle hasn’t cut Honey loose yet.
As a club we don’t have many rules for the women who party with us, as it’s their choice if they want this type of lifestyle.
We provide them with protection and have a few places for them to live and even work at if they want.
The only shit that bothers the fuck outta me is when a club whore tries to wiggle her way into a brother’s life on a permanent basis.
They are allowed into our beds, we got no problem at all with that, but once the fucking is done, move the hell on.
Sounds harsh, I know that, and Sparkle has told me time and time again.
I remind her that, bottom line, it’s their choice to stay while dealing with a bunch of assholes—who are alpha men—in this chapter of Kings of Anarchy club.
Honey has been getting a bit too big for her thong lately, and I told Sparkle to rein her in.
Seeing her lounging against my door means I need to have another conversation with Sparkle.
“Honey, ain’t got the bandwidth to deal with you right now. Move that fine ass back to the party room. I’m sure there’s a brother or two or five who would love to party with you, it’s just not me.”
“Aww, come on, Cobalt, I know you want this.”
She runs her hands up and down her scantily clothed body.
She does have a rockin’ body, no doubt about it, but after the second time I fucked her, I could tell she was gonna be a huge-ass problem.
This situation doesn’t come up often, but when it does, we have to call a chapel meeting because, unfortunately, these women pick up on a lot of club business.
I mean, rules go out the damn window when a man is buried deep in a woman’s pussy, so they seem to forget to keep their goddamn mouths shut.
The last time a club whore got out of hand, Incubus ended her.
Not my call, wasn’t even around, and from what I heard it wasn’t pretty but it needed to be done.
Problem with Honey is, she’s pretty much my primary club fuck.
Thought we had an understanding, but obviously I was wrong.
Little did I know this bitch’s only concern is about herself and her status in my club.
In her mind, me being the president would elevate her above the other women.
Not happening, even though I was thinking with my dick, thank God Incubus always has my back and has been keeping an eye on Honey.
One night he followed her and saw she was playing two sides, me and one of the mob guys.
That thought turns my stomach, not because we were sharing her but…
fuck, the Mob. And the dude she’s fucking is ugly as shit and so low on the pole of power, she’d have lockjaw blowing all the guys above him to try and gain any power for herself.
Though in the Mob they have no respect and do not value women at all.
We at least try to protect them and, I got to say, we generally treat them all pretty good.
So when my brother sat me down in chapel, explaining what was going on, I knew she had to either be sent away or be put to ground.
I can’t do it. Not sure why. I have no feelings for her, but over the last couple of years—as we try to even out our club’s businesses—I’ve grown somewhat of a conscience.
Yeah, one-percent president of the Indiana chapter of Kings of Anarchy is having a difficult time ending a two-timing bitch.
Well, thank Christ, my brothers don’t have the same issue.
We brought Sparkle in to manage that part of the club.
Not one of the brothers wanted to have to deal with the club girls, even when told they would have perks.
Got to say my brothers are some smart bastards.
And I sure the fuck don’t want to babysit a bunch of she wolves going at each other every chance they get.