Chapter 18
North
We finally have a chance to sit down together after everything was said and done, “Do we have anymore intel about the FEDs who were snooping around where they shouldn’t have been?” South asks, dropping down into his usual chair beside me.
“Taken care of,” Ohm is quick to answer, but it shocks me because I expected Fallout would be the one to answer.
“What’d you do brother?” I cock my head to the side, a little worried that he went off on his own mission.
“Not important, boss.” They won’t be bothering us anymore.
“It is kind of important.” Two Face eyes Ohm from across the table. We need to know if they’re still a threat or not.
“Let me put it to you this way. They aren’t.” Ohm says point-blank.
We all know Ohm has the shortest fuse out of all of us brothers, and there’s no telling what he might have done, so the only way to find out is to either get him to answer or pull the info from his head.
As soon as the though passes through my head, I accidentally pick up on what he has done.
“Ohm, brother you didn’t actually do that. Did you seriously, man?”
“It didn’t hear any complaints, you all liked it.”
“I asked you what kind of meat it was.” I tell, him thinking about scraping my tongue off the edge of the table.
“And I told you it was swine, Prez. I answered you honestly, but you didn’t anymore questions.”
“Ohm!” the rest of the brothers say his name in one negative form or another. Every that is except for Jekyll, who if I have to guess is still putting the pieces of the puzzle together, judging from his silence.
“What did he do?” Jekyll pipes up and looks directly at me.
“Fucker fed us the Feds,” Two face answers him before I have a chance to open my mouth.
I tap my fingers across the edge of the table, trying to keep my cool.
“Those were fucking federal agents, Ohm. Not a local cop. Feds are like ants, if you kill one about fifteen more show up to figure out where and why the other ones disappeared. Why in the hell didn’t you come to us, brother?
This is a huge fucking mess that we’re going t have to clean up. ”
Ohm’s shoulders lift and drop, “They cornered me, so I killed them…and then I cooked ‘em to get rid of the evidence.”
That son of a bitch does not think before he does stuff, clearly.
“It might be a day, or it could take them three years, but they’ll eventually connect the fucking dots and our hides will be the next to be cooked.
” I shake my head, and to figure out a plan of action, but I come up empty-handed.
Absolutely nothing comes to me as a solution.
I throw my hands up in the air and close my eyes.
“Let’s table it for now, until we have a good way to handle it, I guess. ”
Each of my brothers agree in one form or another and I thank God they have, because I don’t know how we would even begin to handle this.