Chapter Thirty-Six
Wraith
“I thought y’all said this was a building not a fucking mansion slash castle.” Halah comments as we pull up to said place.
“It’s unguarded.” I state.
“But this is the place.” Dad says, parking his bike and taking off his helmet.
I park mine next to his and take my own helmet off.
“It’s unlike him not to have guards around his ass.” I say in a near whisper.
“Hey, you can see the Las Vegas Strip from here!” Fritzi says.
Leave it to him to notice shit like that.
“Maybe he doesn’t have the guards because he wants us to come which means we’re not unwanted guests.” Frani says, her helmet tucked under her arm.
“Well, it doesn’t matter, let’s go see what this fool wants.” I say, swinging my legs off my bike.
“Wrath, try to keep your temper under control, please.” Prez says.
“I will.” I say.
Now I can’t say if that’s a promise I’ll be able to keep or not. We’ll just have to see.
“But... don’t hold me to that.” I add.
We all hop off our bikes and head towards the entrance of the place. It is huge and looks luxurious.
“Do we knock or just go in?” Flit asks.
Prez’s hand wraps around the doorknob and he twists it. The door opens and a puff of air greets us.
“Go in, I guess.” Flit mutters.
Prez goes in first and I follow him along with the rest of the gang.
“Be on alert no matter what.” Prez instructs us.
We look around the place and besides the sunlight seeping in through the cracks of the curtains at the windows the place is pretty much dark.
“Jamie!” Prez shouts, his voice booming.
No response and it ruffles my feathers a little. Did we just walk into his fucking trap?
“Jamie, get your ass out here now or we’ll raid this place!” Prez says.
We wait silently for a couple seconds, listening for anything, but get nothing.
I place my hand on my gun that sits safely inside my leather jacket and grip it firmly, ready to pull it out and fire.
Then Elijah pops up from behind a door with a smile on his face.
I instantly get the urge to blow his face off because what the fuck is he smiling for? !
“You’ve made it.” He says.
Prez grunts and I reluctantly let go of my gun. It’s hidden within my clothing, so they won’t see it.
“Leave all your weapons up here, now.” Elijah instructs.
We all start disarming ourselves, leaving our hidden weapons... well-hidden on some part of our body. Another guy emerges from the door.
“This guy will pat you down now.”
“Seriously?” I grunt. “What is this TSA?”
Elijah just shrugs. “Just pratol call.”
The guy walks up to Prez and begins to pat him down, pulling out all of his hidden weapons. Shit! After him he pats me down, next Neon, Chill Pepper, and so on and so forth disarming all of us completely.
“I said leave your weapons up here.” Elijah says, watching the guy sit aside our weapons.
The sight makes me fucking manic and not in the good way. The guy turns and nods at Elijah. Elijah looks at us, opening the door wider.
“This way.” He instructs.
He leads us through the door and we descend down some steps, those steps covered in lavish feeling carpet.
They don’t lead to the basement though. Ghostin whistles as he looks around the place.
The staircase handles are gold and on the floor we’re headed to sits a glorious tank of vicious piranhas.
The tank looks like it holds one hundred and thirty gallons of water.
We all stand in the middle of this room when Elijah turns to us.
“Wait here.” He says.
He walks to a door and knocks on it. Seconds later he opens it and walks in, closing the door behind him. My nerves are bad right now because I have urges that I shouldn’t act upon. Urges that could quite possibly get me and my family killed. So, it’s best I keep these urges under control.
“What the fuck is this place?” Flit asks, looking around.
This room does look lavish. Gold accents in various places with purple walls and a tan, almost golden colored carpet.
The couches are purple with golden accents on the arms. It’s most defiantly something a rich person would invest in.
Jamie and Elijah step out of the room with my Grey Eyes in tow.
Jamie has his grimy hands on my Angel. Grey Eyes has his hands tied behind his back and his ankles are tied together.
He even has fucking tape over his mouth.
What grinds my fucking gears is the fact that he has a shock collar around his neck.
Jamie also holds a gun to his head. But when I take a closer look at Jamie I see that he has bruises and red marks on his skin.
“Do you know this boy nearly beat the shit out of me right before you guys showed up?” Jamie jokes.
My heart hammers at the sight of Grey Eyes but I try my best to control myself.
I remind myself that I need to stay professional, mature, even though every ounce of my being is begging me to put a bullet through Jamie’s fucking skull for fucking with what’s fucking mine.
But I can’t help but feel a pinch of pride at what he just said. My Angel was fighting back.
“I’m not here to talk about him.” Prez says. “I’m here to talk about business.”
Jamie looks at Prez and smiles.
“Finally, a man with priorities.” He comments.
He walks to one of the couches and sits down. Grey Eyes still stands so he kicks his knees in, forcing him to sit down next to him. Grey Eyes lands flat on his butt with a grunt. I grind my molars but go sit down across from both of them. Everyone else follows suit.
“You said you wanted us to do something for you.” Prez says. “What is it?”
“Well before we go any further let’s clear some things, shall we?” Jamie responds.
Prez looks at me and I give him a nod in response before he looks at the rest of the gang.
“Fine.” He finally grunts.
“I’m assuming I don’t have to tell you that if you fail this objective I kill this one.” He gestures to Grey Eyes.
Like hell he is. I’d fucking walk through fire for him if it meant he’d be fucking safe, alive, happy.
He wouldn’t have to be mine if it meant he was happy, I’d be happy knowing that he’s happy.
Because after all his happiness is my happiness.
His pain is my pain. His life is fucking my life damn it!
“It could also cost you guys your life as well.” Jamie continues.
“Right.” Prez says.
“If you complete the objective successfully then I will return the boy and possibly pay you off.” Jamie says.
“Bullshit!” Ghostin says.
Jamie looks at Ghostin with a challenge in his eyes.
“You don’t believe me?” Jamie asks.
Jamie gestures for Elijah to come closer to him.
Elijah leans in and lets Jamie whisper something in his ear.
Elijah nods before walking back into the room they previously exited.
Seconds later he comes back out with a briefcase.
He hands it to Jamie and Jamie opens the suitcase, revealing its insides to us. Green. American money.
“In here is one hundred million dollars.” Jamie explains. “It could all be yours not bluff...”
“I’m sensing there’s something else.” Prez says. “Something you’re hiding.”
Flit scoffs. “He is, we all know he is but he’s not going to tell us, he’s going to let us find out on our own.”
“What the fuck do you want us to do, my patience is already thin.” Neon says, arms folded across her chest.
Jamie grabs the remote that sits on the coffee table in between the couches. He turns on the TV that’s mounted on the wall to my left, his right, and a man pops up on the screen. He looks like a police officer.
“Officer Rheinz is the Chief of Police in a little town near the border of Arizona and Mexico.” Jamie says. “He’s stopping my trade on certain businesses my family owns which isn’t good for my wallet nor my family name.”
“And he’s our fucking problem how?” Neon asks.
Jamie gives her a pointed look before continuing.
“I’d terminate him but there’s been some complications.” Jamie says.
“And those are?” I ask.
“Classified but I can say an issue that keeps coming up is he’s protected by another one of my family’s rivals.” Jamie responds. “This rival quite powerful, nearly unstoppable.”
“How does he work for the law but is under a dark, possibly illegal protection?” Neon asks.
“Exactly!” Flit agrees.
“Prez, he’s feeding us bullshit.” AZ whispers near Prez’s ear. “Also, I think he’s hiding something.”
“Yeah, I don’t feel right about this.” Chill Pepper says.
Prez grunts. “And if we refuse to do this?”
Jamie grabs the gun he once had at Grey Eyes’ head and points it back at his head. He cocks it while looking me dead in the eyes. I snarl in response before my eyes cut to where his fingers curl around the trigger.
“I kill him.” Jamie says.
I look at Grey Eyes who looks at me with a rigid spine. I got you baby, don’t worry. I swear on my life that I’ll protect him with my goddamn all.
Prez sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “May I ask what the name of this family is?”
“More accurately who this family is.” Neon clarifies.
Jamie clicks a button on the remote, the gun still pointed at Grey Eyes. The TV however displays what looks like people in a...
“Secret Society?” Flit says. “He’s protected by a Secret Society.”
“Shit.” Chill Pepper whispers.
“This Society is known for their ruthlessness and their power. They’re also filthy rich.” Jamie explains. “Their name Urelzedyn.”
He flicks through more pictures of this society killing others, holding different body parts, and stuffing human bodies as if they’re turkeys with things that could make one’s skin crawl.
“And how are they stopping yo—” I start.
“That’s also classified.” Jamie cuts me off.
Yeah, fuck this. Eyeing the coffee table I see the pamphlet for the TV and a screwdriver. Looking back at the TV I notice that it’s new with the plastic still over it which means it’s freshly installed.
“How are we supposed to work through something that we know so little about?” Prez asks.