Chapter 5
SAXON
Finn was able to get Damien’s address. How, I don’t know how that fucker works.
He’s a genius when it comes to computers, and I’m just thankful I have him in my arsenal.
Sitting at the club’s table, I examine the Google map image of Damien’s apartment.
It’s on the opposite side of town, roughly two blocks from Capital Vice, and I have to believe that his apartment being that close to Skylar’s is no coincidence.
When I asked her about Damien, I could see the anger ignite in her eyes.
She knows who he is. How, I don’t know yet, but I will.
My brain tells me she’s involved in a malicious way, still loyal to her family and their club.
As much as my brain remains in protection mode, there’s another part of me that wants to believe she hates them as much as she claims.
“Nah, man. Maybe you should ask the fucker from last night. He had a one-way ticket to the hospital. Heard he was in the ICU or some shit. Fucking little bitch is what he is.” I don’t doubt it.
Finn is brutal. I mean, we all are, but there is something about Finn that makes him tick just a little differently than the rest of us.
I like to call him my secret weapon. The man you call when you need something sketchy done, and he will do it with his psychotic smile splayed across his face.
“Jesus, man,” I laugh, shaking my head and returning my gaze back to the computer screen.
Apartment number 112. A two-bedroom, one bath apartment on the second floor with a window overlooking the complex’s courtyard.
Nothing special or suspicious about it. I notice a black Harley Sportster in the parking lot, with the letter H painted on the gas tank.
It stands for Hellstorms. I know he’s part of Skylar’s father’s club, but I don’t know the extent of their relationship.
All I know at the moment is his address, he’s thirty-eight years old, and he is the man who delivered my family’s address to the next messenger in line.
This led to my father’s death and almost killed my sister.
This is the man I’ve been hunting for. The man that’s currently top priority for me.
He assisted in taking everything from me.
My future was immediately written in blood the moment my father passed.
No more was the possibility of traveling the country with my best friend, seeing the world and all its mysteries.
No, that ship sailed promptly, leaving me to fill the role that, though I was happy to fill, thinking about it now, I know I wasn’t ready for that responsibility.
I’d always planned to be my father’s right-hand man, but being the mindful man he was, he insisted I venture out for a bit and experience all that this country has to offer.
He knew I’d come back and take my rightful place beside him, but he wanted me to live my life.
That all changed the day of the fire. I was the leader, and I needed to step up and protect those my father had all his life.
The club is family, and we take care of family above all else.
“What’s the plan, boss?” Finn asks, blowing smoke from his lips and leaning back in his chair.
Finn doesn’t know why I asked for this information.
He figured it was because a rival motorcycle club member was in our territory, which is not false.
However, Saint and I have been on a personal mission to uncover the truth behind my father’s murder.
It’s a little side project we’ve been working on.
“We keep tabs on him.” I keep my response brief. Finn nods at me, his eyebrows pinching together, telling me he’s not buying my response, but he doesn’t push it.
“What’s the plan for Witch Stick’s birthday? Saint asks, using my sister’s nickname, which she hates, to steer the subject away from Damien. I lean back in my chair, pondering what to do for Sage. She doesn’t like to celebrate her birthday due to it also being the anniversary of our father’s death.
“Whatever the girls have planned for her, I guess. You know she doesn’t like to make a fuss about her birthday,” I reply with a sigh.
“I overheard Frieda talking to Ophelia about taking her dancing or some shit.” I look up at Finn, who’s now playing with his lighter, his fingers dancing with the flames as he curls each finger through the flame one at a time.
“When was this?” I ask.
“Last night, while Frieda was doing her face washing routine.” I look over at Saint, who’s trying to conceal his smirk at Finn’s mention of his adopted sister, Frieda.
“Oh yeah? What kind of routine?” I ask, my own smirk pulling at the corner of my lips. Finn doesn’t look up from his lighter when he replies.
“The usual girl shit. She shaves her legs, applies lotion, does her fifteen-step face washing thing, and puts on those stupid under eye jelly things. You know what I’m talking about?” Finally, he looks up at the pair of us, noticing our twin smirks.
“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you? Fucking bastards.” Clicking his lighter shut, he stands from his chair. Flipping us off, he heads to the door, Saint and I laughing at his infatuation with his adopted sister. It’s strange, yes, but they aren’t technically related, so to each their own.
“I’m going home. Eat shit, fuckers. Call me if you need me!” Finn yells from over his shoulder.
“Tell Frieda I said hi!” Saint yells at him as the door closes with a slam behind him.
“He’ll fuck you up for that comment, you know that.” I chuckle to myself, going back to looking at my computer screen in front of me.
“Oh, he can try. Can’t say I don’t want a good fight. Been itchin’ for something. Feel like my hands have been too clean these past few weeks.” Saint’s right. We’ve both been pretty tame for the most part. Not the usual for the pair of us.
“That streak is about to end,” I mumble under my breath. Damien Devonte’s days are numbered, if I have anything to do with it.
A few days have passed since Finn got us the address for Damien’s apartment.
Saint and I have been tailing his every move.
The day is coming that we will take him down, and that day can’t come soon enough.
My phone vibrates in my pocket while I sit in my home office.
Before pulling out my phone, I turn off my computer screen.
The images of Skylar working behind the bar go black.
It’s a text from Saint, who is literally in the next room.
Lazy ass couldn’t just come into the office to tell me whatever he needs to tell me.
Saint:
Might want to come to the foyer. Your sister and her crew look like they’re about to dance on the pole.
“Jesus,” I mutter to myself, standing from my chair and pushing away from my desk. I make my way down the hall and hear the girls talking with Saint, no doubt giving him a hard time.
“Yes, the girls are taking me out for my birthday, and we all decided on dancing. Is that okay with you, Dad?” My little sister loves riling Saint up, and I can see his pulsing vein in his neck from where I stand in the hallway.
I decide to make myself known before she really starts butchering him with her words.
“No, he’s not your dad, but I’m your brother, and what I say goes.
” I don’t miss the look of utter surprise that crosses over my baby sister’s face.
She wasn’t planning on me hearing her back talk, and her face shows it.
It dawns on me; this is what Finn was talking about when he mentioned the girls taking Sage dancing for her birthday.
I give her more stern brotherly words before I accept the fact that my sister deserves to have fun like any other twenty-one-year-old.
Without too much more of a fuss, I inform Saint to tell the boys to meet at Capital Vice.
An order he is all too happy to comply with.
What better way to keep an eye on my sister than by accompanying her to the club?
Plus, there’s a little killer, who just so happens to be my favorite bartender, working tonight.
Leaving the foyer, I head to the kitchen and pop open a beer to get the evening started.
Smiling to myself, I pull my phone out and open the app for my security cameras.
Sky is still behind the bar, busy like every other night she’s working. Capital Vice is the most popular club in town. The bar is swarming with college-age kids laughing and having a good time. Sky has her own smile on her face, conversing with a group of wannabe tough guys at the end of her bar.
I down the rest of my beer, Saint coming into the kitchen just as I toss the bottle in the garbage.
“Let’s take my car. It’s pouring outside.
” I give him a nod and follow him to the garage where it’s parked.
I take one last look at Sky and then switch over to the basement camera.
It’s currently empty, and I wonder if she has plans for her next victim any time soon?
Closing out of the app, I can’t help the grin that pulls at the sides of my mouth.
Saint looks over at me as I round the front of his car and jump in the passenger seat.
“I know that look. Whose life are you about to fuck up?” Saint asks me, his menacing grin matching my own as I settle into my seat.
“Not quite sure yet, but we’ll know very soon.” He laughs at my response and soon backs out of the garage, skidding his tires in the driveway as we make our way to the main road. Tonight should be fun.