7. Zane
ZANE
T he fact that Kirk Zillerman had ever thought this was going to go to trial, fucking amused me. There was no way in hell I was going to jail when the man deserved to have his ass kicked for what he’d done.
And it wasn’t’ that I didn’t trust Emmy’s fine ass to do her job. I knew she was more than capable; I’d looked her up on Google. My curiosity had gottten the better of me and I’d seen that she had a relatively great record. She’d even gotten a man out of prison as recently as six months ago.
Quietly, along with Bo and Butch, I’d parked my bike down the road from Kirk’s house. He was going to figure out what it meant to play with a Sinner.
“You think his wife’s home?” Bo asked casually.
“Nope, she’s at her Pilates class,” I said, confidence filling my gut.
While I’d been doing my Google search on Emmy’s delicious ass, I’d also gone on Zillow. Kirk had recently bought the dump he and his wife were living in three months ago. It was a small bungalow style house on the other side of the Treme at the end of a road with no way out.
I’d memorized the basic layout and knew there was a set of French doors in the back.
I led the way with Bo and Butch flanking either side of me. We crept through the neighborhood, quiet as mice. By the time we reached the back of Kirk’s house, a dog had started barking next door through a fence.
The neighbor hollered at him to shut up and Bo chuckled low and deep. The anticipation to beat the fuck out of Kirk was palpable.
Coming to the back doors, I found them slightly ajar and looked back at the twins who shook their heads.
People were constantly wondering how in the hell they got robbed in broad daylight.
We crept in, careful not to be discovered too soon. The house smelled like old bacon grease and there was a faint sound of the television playing in the other room.
Easing my gun out, I whispered over my shoulder. “This is just a good old fashion ass whoopin…y’all keep an eye out.”
The twins nodded in unison and I turned away from them. Surveying the living room, I found no one there but then sounds hit me coming from the bedroom.
The faint sounds of moaning…
I stopped in my tracks because I was more than sure that his wife was at her Pilates meeting tonight and then she’d grab a meal from the supermarket. It was all over her social media. The woman lived by a schedule.
“Fuck it,” I mumbled softly.
Strolling down the hallway, I found myself kicking the bedroom door open.
Kirk Zillerman’s eyes widened in shock as he found me standing in his house. He became frozen like a statue as his blonde hair lover rode him hard, unaware that I was there.
“Cry…Crystal!” Kirk screamed. “Get off! Get off!”
It was then I realized that it was the dancer I casually fucked most of the time. Crystal’s blue eyes turned and took me in and instantly panic settled into her eyes before he pushed her to the side.
“Zane, oh my God, Zane!” She tried to stand up.
Shaking my head, I stared directly at Kirk. “Wow, fucking a stripper when you’ve got that nice tight wife at home. And in her bed no less…”
Before I could blink, Kirk was sliding out of the bed, dick swinging, and he lunged for me. My gun went flying in another direction and Crystal started to fucking scream for all she was worth.
In an instant, the twins were in the room and stepping over the two of us as Kirk was trying to slam his fist into my face.
“Shut the fuck up bitch,” I heard Bo growl in between dodging Kirk’s hands.
Managing to dodge most of the blows, I finally bucked him off me. He landed going into the door, the sound of a loud crack bounced through the room. Getting to my feet I saw the door had swung back on its hinges, and had punched a hole through the wall behind it.
Searching I found my gun that had skidded across the floor and into the hallway.
Butch had a hand clamped over Crystal’s mouth and all that could be heard through the room was heavy breathing from that point on.
Kirk scrambled to get to his feet and I launched a kick to his midsection. Instantly, he grunted in pain as the wind was knocked out of him. I kicked the fuck out of him again and again.
“You’re going to get in touch with that district attorney,” I spat.
“What—-” he stuttered as if I could give two shits about what he had to say.
Dragging his ass to his feet, I slammed him up against the door one more time. “You heard—…”
Kirk’s fist came flying out of nowhere and connected with my face. I could taste copper in the back of my mouth immediately as I stumbled back and out into the hallway.
“I’m not doing shit!” Kirk screamed.
Bo and Butch were still standing a few feet away, with only mild concern on their faces. Crystal on the other hand, had tears streaming down her face. I wasn’t moved by her tears and could have cared less.
Easing down, I snatched up my gun and picked it up, aiming it at Kirk.
“I don’t think you understand, bud…. you don’t have a fucking choice in the matter.”
Tossing the gun around to where I was holding the barrel, I swung out and connected Kirk’s face with the butt. Blood sprayed and a tooth flew out somewhere on his perfect carpet.
“My toof!” He hollered, blood spilling from his mouth.
I grinned and corrected the gun and cocked it, the slide making a distinct click. Pushing it up against his temple.
“I wanna hear you say it, Kirk,” I grinned.
“Come on man…come…”
Shaking my head, I pressed the gun into the side of his face ready to just fucking kill him and get it over with. “Say you’ll call the D.A. and you’re dropping the charges. Because this little ass whopping is the least of your problems if you don’t. I got some gators hungry for some white meat, boy.”
Kirk had begun to tremble, his body shaking like a leaf on a tree. His eyes darted around to where Crystal, Bo, and Butch were. As if they were going to help him.
He finally whispered weak and shaky, “I’ll call the D.A.”
“And?” I snapped.
“I’ll drop the charges.”
Nodding and satisfied, I slapped his face. “Good boy. And go clean yourself up before that pretty wife of yours gets home.”
All the man could do was stand there and nod frantically, still naked as the day he was born. Secretly, I hoped his wife would find out about all this shit but it wouldn’t come from me. I’d come and gotten what I needed. Feeling satisfied with the way things had gone down, I re-secured my gun.
Bo and Butch were already striding out of the room before I turned and hollered to Crystal. “Don’t be late for your fucking shift either!”
The very next day, I could hardly keep myself contained when the District Attorney had reached out to me to let me know the charges had been dropped.
I’d been in a good mood from that point on and had texted Emmy several times but hadn’t gotten a response. Casually, I laid in my bed with my laptop beside me running the numbers for the Sinners MC accounts.
Loki had asked me to make a deposit at the bank for them on Monday and I wanted to make sure numbers were looking good. As the treasure for Sinners, I took my counting very seriously. The last treasure had been sloppy as hell.
When I was finished going over my spreadsheets, I stared at my phone, getting annoyed she hadn’t said a peep back to me.
I’d never been much for social media but lately, I’d been using it more and more.
Emerald Landry didn’t post much either.
Signing on to Facebook, I immediately went to her page. There were a few new posts including a picture of a glass of wine. The caption had read, much needed , and that appeared to be in her kitchen. There were a few posts about being a girl boss, but that was it.
Now her family.
That was a different story.
Her two sisters posted like crazy.
Diamond and Summer Landry were gorgeous like their middle sister but I didn’t remember them from school. Each of them seemed to have at least three kids a piece and were married but Emerald was the odd one out.
“She doesn’t have a man…yet,” I smirked.
Scrolling on Diamond’s page, I saw that she had posted them setting up for a party in Emmy’s honor but something told me they did this all the time anyway.
Make sure yall come out to Emmy’s Welcome Home Party, starts at six on the dot , a status read along with a graphic giving directions.
Closing the laptop a pang of excitement went through me. I’d already begun to hatch a plan.
Noting the time, I saw I knew I didn’t have long.
I started the shower up and checked my reflection, letting steam begin to fill the room. Catching my reflection, I inspected my bottom lip noting that a small purple hue had set itself on the left corner. Kirk had nailed me good and when I pressed, I winced at how tender it felt.
Stepping into the shower I let the water cascade over me, and I soaped up my body. All my thoughts turned to Emerald. I wondered what kind of flowers she liked, and I wondered about her family.
She wasn’t going to be so happy about me showing up at her family event, but I’d taken care of one problem already by getting Kirk’s ass to drop the charges.
Next would be winning her over.
After I showered, I dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a dark t-shirt before snatching up my cellphone. There still wasn’t a reply from Emerald but there was a group chat message about the Korean situation.
Bo was out doing a little re-con at one of the local casinos.
Still no sign of Britney Lee, but I’m up twenty dollars on this fish table, the text read.
Keep your head on a swivel bro, Butch wrote back.
Loki and the others chimed in as well. We were determined to get that preacher’s kid back but we were still coming up empty with where she might be holding him while praying she didn’t just straight up kill him.
Heading down to the garage, I fired up the engine on my bike. Wind hit my face the second I was out in the open and I sped down the street. I stopped by a small flower shop for a few moments before I picked out some pretty pink roses.
I’d never bought a girl flowers before and my hands were sweating all the way there.
Pulling up the driveway, I parked and took a super deep breath before swinging my leg over the bike and grabbing up the roses. The floral scent enveloped me and the second I turned around, I found Emmy was walking from around the side of the house.
Her face had a deep frown etched into her features and it only seemed to deepen as I approached.
“Evening Emmy…”
Slowly, a smirk tugged at my lips and I handed her the pink roses, our fingertips brushing slightly, sending a jolt to my gut.
Emmy’s face remained in a frown. “What are you doing here?”
I shrugged at her question. “Pretty obvious.”
Her head cocked to the side slightly and I knew she was trying to figure out how I’d known where to find her. “No, it’s not…”
Finally, I noticed that we had an audience. Her sisters and her mother and a few other people were trying to figure out who I was. I could smell the fragrant aroma of food in the air and the sizzle of a grill had hit my ears as well.
“Oh, y’all got some crawfish, huh…mind if I join y’all?”
Her mom stepped forward, and I saw the resemblance immediately. “Who are you again?”
“Momma,” Emmy turned to her mother. “This is an…old classmate of mine. Zane Bishop.”
Her mother looked me up and down and then finally offered me a smile. “Well come on and get a plate. We’ve got plenty. Emmy, give me these, I’ll put them in some water.”
“We’ll be around the back in a minute mama,” she replied, handing the roses over.
When everyone had disappeared, Emerald whipped around, fire burning in her eyes.
“Zane Bishop what in the fuck are you trying to pull?” She snapped.
Still grinning, I gave her a response that had her shaking. “Only thing I’m trying to pull are your panties to the side.”
“Excuse me?”
I leaned in and licked at my lips. “Emerald, don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. Or I’ll be forced to say it again.”
She took a step back. “You need to go.”
“Your mother invited me to stay,” I shrugged. “And by the way, I texted you several times.”
“I saw…”
She was becoming so annoyed with me; I could tell she was about to lose her shit. “So why didn’t you reply?”
“Mr. Bishop…”
I stopped her. “Zane. Call me that, I like the way you say my name.”
Emmy pinched at the bridge of her nose. “First of all, you’re a client. And it’s after office hours, so that’s why I didn’t reply. Secondly, I’m not required to jump because you say so.”
“Well,” I came in just a little closer. “I’m sure you know by now the D.A. dropped those charges.”
“And how did you do that, by the way?” She sighed.
“You don’t need to know,” I licked my lips and watched as she followed my tongue. “But now, you’re no longer my attorney. Which means I can get as unprofessional with you as I want.”
I could tell my words had her reeling, and the tension between us had become thick as syrup. There was nowhere to run and she looked like she was either about to kiss me or slap me. I was down for either one.
“Y’all better come on for all the crawfish gone,” Summer hollered over to us before disappearing again.
Emmy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she plastered a super fake smile on her face.
“You’d better come eat, and Zane…I don’t have to tell you to be on your best behavior, do I?”
She whirled around before I even answered. Following behind her into the backyard party, I watched as her ass bounced around in the black tights she wore. I knew I needed to get in control of myself before I got the biggest hard on in Louisiana history and in front of Emerald’s family, no less.