Chapter Ten. #2
“Don’t mind us,” Wylde said, his eyes burning into mine.
“Are you turned on?” Vengeance gasped and looked at Wylde. “What type of sick puppy are you?”
“One who gets off on a strong woman,” Wylde replied with a grin.
“You’re cops? I know you,” the guy cried, spotting Cassidy. “You gotta make them let me go. You heard what they said!”
“What did we hear? I heard him offer them drugs, and I swear Sapphire told him drugs were illegal,” Cassidy quipped.
“You heard their threats!” the dealer shrieked.
“Dude, you come here to peddle shit to kids and teens. I heard nothing, Cassidy, come on, we’ve got people waiting on us,” Wylde said.
“Don’t leave me with them!”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have come here to deal death,” Wylde gritted out.
“Wylde, take this,” Vengeance said, handing him a baggie she’d removed from the dealer. She went over to a storm drain and went to pour the rest of his shit down it.
“Wait a minute,” Wylde said as he studied the bag in his hands.
Vengeance paused. “Don’t throw it. Trust me.”
“Wylde, we’re going to attract attention pretty soon,” I hissed at him.
Wylde looked around and then grabbed the dealer by his neck and dragged him into the alley by Ambrosia.
“What the fuck?” I muttered.
“I want to know the supplier and don’t fuck me about. Or I’ll let these take you and I’ll fuckin’ help them skin you alive,” Wylde threatened, leaning into the guy’s face.
Vengeance and I swapped glances.
“You’ve seen this before?” Wylde asked us as Cassidy took up guard at the alley’s entrance.
I peered at the baggie and saw several white tablets with a rose etched into them. “No.”
Vengeance also shook her head.
“I’ve got a thirteen-year-old girl barely hanging onto life after she took one of these.
If she lives, she’ll have a brain injury.
Last month, two kids died after taking these.
They’re fuckin poison,” Wylde hissed. “We’ve had several overdoses, and two other kids are seriously sick.
I want to know who the fuck your supplier is. ”
“I can’t say! You’re a cop, you can’t hurt me.”
Wylde looked at me and stepped back. “Do what you want with him, but get me answers, Sapphire. I ain’t seen or heard nothing.”
To my utter shock, Wylde began walking down the alley, back towards Cassidy. Was he trapping Vengeance and me? Did he mean what he said? Confused, I watched as Wylde and Cassidy exchanged words and then both turned to walk away.
“Wait!” the terrified asshole I was holding captive screamed at them. “His name is the Dark Night, but he ain’t no Batman!”
Wylde walked back down the alley. “How do you get in touch with him? What’s he look like? What do you know about him?”
“If I tell you any of that, I’m dead.”
“If you don’t, you’re dead anyway. Do you think these are jokes? You encroached on their turf, spat in their faces, and disrespected them and their laws. You treated them as irrelevant. A one percenter MC and you think they’ll let you walk just because they’ve got pussies?” Wylde laughed darkly.
I didn’t say anything but watched him carefully, looking for a sign of deception.
“Give me protection!” the dealer yelled.
“No. Because of those kids you sold to. They didn’t have it either. You chose this life, now you suck it the fuck up,” Wylde hissed with hate.
“Then there’s no reason I should say shit!”
“You’re dumber than you look, which says something. The reason is to save yourself pain. But if you’re okay with screaming your throat raw, go ahead. Last chance,” Wylde threatened.
“Okay,” the guy’s shoulders slumped.
“Sapphire, is it okay if we take him into custody?” Wylde asked, turning to me.
“You’re seriously asking me?”
“Yeah. The guy is a kiddie killer, I got no qualms walking away and stating on record I never saw him,” Wylde said. “Cassidy feels the same.”
This had to be a trap. I didn’t trust Wylde at all. I shoved the dealer at him and wiped my hands down. “He’s all yours.”
“Thanks. Cassidy called for a wagon. Vengeance, wipe your prints off that bag and place it in here,” Wylde ordered as he pulled a plain plastic bag out of his pocket.
“If you clam up, when you’re set free, I’ll make sure the Royal Harlots know where to find you,” Wylde warned the guy. “Ladies, go back to your breakfasts.”
“I want information, Wylde, because we weren’t aware of any overdoses,” I said finally.
“The department kept it quiet so we didn’t cause a panic,” he replied.
“That might not have been the best idea,” I snapped, and he inclined his head in agreement.
“Go,” he said, and Vengeance and I swapped a look before heading back down the alley. As soon as we entered the restaurant, Cyber approached.
“Strange, the camera systems all seem to be glitching around here,” she said.
“No shit?” I asked, and she smirked.
“Are you okay, dear?” Gramma asked.
Shit, we had a problem. I’d forgotten that Wylde’s grandparents had been in here watching.
Pops patted my hand. “Don’t worry. Drugs are something we seriously don’t approve of. Well done for confronting him.”
“We saw nothing,” Gramma said.
“The only thing I saw was the beauty of the women in front of me.” Warrick grinned.
Damn, what else does Wylde’s family have in store for us? This side of them was certainly turning into a surprise.
Hayden
I walked into the Royal Harlots clubhouse like I owned the place. It had been two days since I’d seen Sapphire, and I felt I was coming out of my skin.
Two guys at the bar turned and stared at me, and then looked at what I was holding. They both frowned.
“What do you want?” the guy called Heli demanded. Yeah, I recognised him. After all, we did have a file on everyone connected with the club.
“Sapphire.”
“She’s in a meeting,” Romeo replied.
“Then I’ll wait. Any chance I can grab a Coke?” I walked towards the bar as they both exchanged looks. Heli whipped a phone out and, no doubt, sent someone a message as Romeo placed a cold can in front of me.
“Thanks. It’s hot outside today,” I said and cracked it open.
“Yeah,” Romeo muttered.
He and Heli exchanged looks and then leaned back against the worktop behind them.
“Which sister did you call?” I asked, and Heli smirked.
“Why ruin the surprise?” Romeo retorted, and I shrugged and spun on my stool to watch the door. Which is why I was surprised when Rose spoke from behind me.
“Wylde, what do we owe the pleasure to?”
“Rose. How are you feeling now? You look better, most of the bruising has gone,” I said, studying her face.
“Luckily, I didn’t need surgery as my face is healing just fine. How can I help you?” Rose asked as her eyes flicked to the bar.
I grinned and patted the picnic basket. “I thought, as it’s such a nice day, I’d take Sapphire on a picnic.”
“Sapphire. On a picnic?” Rose repeated slowly.
“Yes, she has to eat, doesn’t she?”
Rose stared at me with something akin to disbelief, and I almost laughed. “Yeah.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I’ll go get her,” Rose replied and disappeared.
I turned back to Romeo and Heli. “Does Sapphire prefer white or red wine?”
“Prez prefers whiskey, but she will drink white.”
“Yeah, I can’t get away with drinking that while on duty. Give me a bottle of white,” I tossed twenty dollars down to cover it.
“Costs a bit more than that cop,” Romeo said.
I rolled my eyes and threw another twenty down. “That cover it?”
“Yup.”
“Wylde?” Sapphire said from behind me. Rose stood to one side of her and Sparrow to the other.
“Lunch,” I said, lifting the basket at her.
“Huh?”
“Lunch, Saph. Come on,” I ordered and walked over to her, grabbing her hand.
For once, Sapphire seemed lost for words while she followed me.
“Sapphire!” she hissed as she caught up finally.
“Saph.”
“Asshole,” Sapphire said, but there was no heat in it.
In fact, she seemed bemused as she let me lead her out of the warehouse and around the back, where I knew they had their cookouts.
There were picnic tables there, but I bypassed them and headed towards the edge of the water.
I spread a blanket out and waved my hand.
“Your meal awaits!”