Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
SMOKE
Music blasts through the speakers of the strip club Intel dragged my tired ass to after we finished a run for the club.
After I left the farm and Taya two days ago, I threw myself into work. I helped out at the garage; I helped at King’s. I needed to take my mind off her until she came to me, if she came to me.
She consumed my every thought during the days and nights.
I had every faith that she would, but my woman is stubborn as fuck. Taya cannot be forced to do anything that she doesn’t want. It has to be on her terms and when she is ready.
It is why I have stayed away.
Some of my brothers think she is being ridiculous not coming to me because it is not like I lied to her for weeks or months, it was one fucking date and night of sex, but I can see why she was hurt.
“You need to cheer the fuck up, brother. Taya will come to you, but in the meantime, check out the talent. You may not want to touch but there is nothing saying that you can’t look.” Intel winks at me.
He goes back to watching a slim man dance around the stage, twirling around a pole, mirroring a woman on the other pole. They are wearing matching sparkly panties, but the chick is wearing a matching bra, them both in very high heeled shoes, that I know most women would break their neck walking in.
I see that my brother is having a twink tonight.
Intel rubs his dick, sipping on the beer in his hand and watching the man smirk at him, while crawling across the stage.
“I will be having a slice of you later, honey pie,” Intel tells the man.
The twink’s smile grows wider and broader at the thought of being fucked by a biker like Intel. My brother is fucking intimidating to look at with his wide shoulders and short blond hair and beard, which gives him a slight Viking vibe.
“And they call me a whore,” I joke, making my brother’s smile widen.
“I will gladly take the title of a whore if I get me some of that tight bubble ass, brother.” He wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh.
“Slut,” I cough into my beer.
He kicks my foot, laughing.
“You know it.”
I watch Intel watching the dancers, and the more I watch him, I get the feeling from him that his actions are forced. Like he feels the need to fuck anything that flashes ass at him, because he is afraid to show his true colors. I know that he likes a certain friend of Taya’s, but he clams up like a nun in church when you bring him up.
“Hey,” I call to him, sitting forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
“What?”
“You are all in for me to claim Taya,” I start, his eyes twitching like he knows what I am going to bring up. “Why not make a move on Soren? It is clear there is some shit between you both, and for fucking years I have backed off when you get pissed if I bring him up but, Intel, you like this guy. Why not stake a claim?”
If looks could kill, I would be dead and buried by now. Fuck me, I hit my brother’s button hard.
“Soren is off-limits, Smoke, you know this. Fucking leave it alone,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.
“Why?”
His gaze bores into mine, no doubt plotting how to fuck up my bike.
“Leave it.”
“No, tell me, Intel. We have been friends for years, brother, and I have never seen you act like this over a piece of ass,” I taunt him.
He growls, making me grin. Get it out, brother, tell me .
“Do not push me, brother.” He shakes his head, leaning back in his seat and turning his gaze back to the stage.
He watches the dancers move around the stage, but there is no spark in his eyes.
“Soren seems like a decent dude. He is best friends with Taya so I know he is a good guy because my woman would not have a best friend who was a dick.”
“She is not your woman though, is she?” he counters.
His words hit hard but I do not show him that.
I hide my smirk behind my glass before I take a sip. “Yet.”
He brings his gaze back to me. Regret and pain shine back at me.
“I tried with Soren. He is fucking beyond amazing, too fucking good for the likes of me.” He sighs. “I heard him speaking to the other friend, telling her that he was excited to see me that day at the club. He said that he couldn’t wait to see if we had a future. I panicked.” His confession shocks me.
I stare at my best friend with wide eyes.
“Fuck off. What the hell?” I reply to his explanation.
“We had only known each other for a few weeks. Why couldn’t we just fuck a few times, enjoy our time together?” he gripes, sinking into his seat.
“Because Soren is not that kind of man, brother. Have you looked into his family life?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “Maybe you should. It is not my story but fuck me, brother, it is public knowledge.”
He thinks over what I say, before giving me a nod and we both face forward, watching the dancers.
We say nothing after that, both staring blankly at the stage. The twink who thought he was in luck moves onto someone else when Intel tells him that he is no longer interested.
Movement catches my attention in front of the bar. A man dressed in a tacky white suit is surrounded by four men, drinking.
My blood boils in my veins. I see red. Lots of fucking red and it all belongs to that cunt.
Gritting my teeth, I watch as the man smiles at the passing girls, slapping their asses, making them giggle. I say nothing to Intel, I just keep watching.
This is my kill.
The club will accept my reason for taking him out on my own, as it is my woman this prick hurt.
The slimeball slips from his men, waving them off as one of the girls leads him by the hand to the back rooms for a private dance or more. Depends on what he pays her for.
Perfect.
“Need to piss. Be back.”
Intel grunts before waving down a waitress for another drink.
Walking down the hall, I look back, checking that the four men are still at the bar. Happy they are, I watch as the girl tells the man to sit in the room, she will get what they need.
My heart is thumping hard in my chest, my skin tingles with adrenaline for what I am about to do.
Slipping into the room, I smirk seeing he has his back to me. Without waiting or fucking around, move in.
Gripping him around the head, I place my blade at his throat.
“What the fuck?” he snaps, struggling against my hold, but I dig the blade in, which makes him freeze.
“You fucked with the wrong family. The wrong woman. You thought you were the fucking king, but, fucker, we are the Kings .” I drag the blade across his throat, the skin breaking like soft butter.
Gurgling sounds leave him as he fights for his life, his blood squirting all over the wall and bed. Smirking with satisfaction at ending him, I wait for him to take his last breath.
Before he leaves this Earth, I say close to his ear, making sure these are the last words he ever hears as he dies:
“This is for Taya. She is mine.”
Pushing his body forward, I swipe my knife clean on his suit, then leave the room, making sure that no one is in the corridor as I exit. Thankfully, the club is seedy enough that they do not have security cameras back here.
This was a swift, clean kill that will not bring blowback to the club or the Coyle family.
Evander has plenty of enemies who, like me, would take the opportunity to end him.
Rejoining Intel at the table, he eyes me but says nothing. Getting another drink, I toast with my brother, who frowns but joins in my celebration.
When the screams start, Intel looks to me and I shrug.
“Time to hit the road, brother.”
Shaking his head at me, he laughs.
“Fucking hell. Where there is Smoke, there is fire.” He winks.
My girl can rest easy knowing that the man who ordered the killing of her father is now dead. It is time to heal and move on.
Let’s hope she moves on with me.