Chapter 25 Bikers #2
“Seven hundred and fifty thousand,” Rome says. “I still have two crates I’m collecting on tomorrow, so another 500,000. I’ll have that to you later this week.”
“All good. I know you’re good for it.”
The men he has with him take his bags to the back of my SUV. Right on time, Thiago and his crew pull up. Thiago steps down out of his massive F-150. He’s followed by his second in command and a few others.
Thiago was one of the quiet ones. He was always focused on his money. I respected that.
“Muthafucker you always late,” Bishop says jokingly.
We all laugh. Thiago holds his hands out at his sides.
“It’s called being fashionably late. You wouldn’t know anything about that.” He walks over to me and daps me up. “Hola, Saint.”
“How’s it going, Thiago?”
“I can’t complain, Papi.” His men immediately take the duffels to the back of the SUV to load up. “1.75 million.” Thiago folds his arms across his chest. “Now, what’s this shit about crates going missing?”
Like I said, Thiago was always about his business. I definitely respected it.
“Someone made a side deal behind my back. One of my shipping containers went missing. That’s 400 crates, and there could be more. I was told I lost a shipment at sea, but that could be a lie too.”
Kingston hisses. “Any idea who could have fucked you over?”
“The list is endless.”
They all nod. Although they aren’t as far up in this shit as I am, they all have enough money and power to have their fair share of enemies.
“So far, three crates have shown back up.”
“Five,” Rome says, getting my attention.
Rome reached out to me and told me he had some information. I’m assuming this is the info he had.
“My contact in the Death Riders said—”
“Hold up,” Kingston says, holding up a hand. “Aren’t you beefing with them muthafuckers? When you get a contact?”
Despite how important the information Rome has is, I too was invested in this question. I don’t involve myself in the MC world, but I know the shit between the Death Riders and the Outlaw Brotherhood is serious.
Rome smirks, rubbing his chin.
“The president and I have a mutual understanding.”
“What understanding?” Thiago asks.
“His baby sister has a belly full of my kid and my ring on her finger.”
Kingston grins. “My man.” He daps Rome up bringing him in for a hug.
Thiago tosses his head back and laughs while Axel shakes his head at his brother. That’s one way to find mutual ground with an enemy.
“Congratulations,” I say to Rome genuinely happy for him.
“Thanks,” he says, dipping his chin before getting back to business. “Meech said that the head of the Death Riders out your way called him up, telling him about a deal he got on guns. Told him there’s a guy out your way unloading crates of guns.
“Meech knows my connection with the gun world, so he asked me about it. I told him to hold off. Figured I’d talk to you and see if we could tag along for that deal.”
Fuck yeah, this is the type of break I needed.
“Tell your guy to set it up. Tell him to request to buy from the source for verification.”
Rome nods, pulling out his phone. He steps away and makes the call.
“What do you need from us?” Kingston asks.
“Keep your ear to the streets. If this seller has already reached out to Rome’s guy, then I know others will be getting calls too. I want all my shit back.”
“I have a cousin out in New Mexico that runs for me,” Thiago says. “I’ll have him ask around too. He sometimes gets information faster than I do.”
I nod my head. Just then, Ghost turns to me. The look on his face tells me something is wrong.
“Anybody expecting company?” he asks, looking at the others.
“No,” Kingston and Thiago say at the same time.
“Nah,” Axel answers for his brother.
“Then we got boogies heading our way.” Ghost takes his gun out and steps in front of me. “Saint, get back.”
Like clockwork, everyone else pulls their weapons. It was perfect timing because a hailstorm of bullets rain down on us. We all take cover. My guys, who are scattered around the area, fire back, holding some of the gunfire off. Ghost escorts me to the SUV.
I watch Thiago and the others load up and start to pull off. They salute me as I hop into my ride. We peel away from the meeting spot, kicking up dust. My trunk is loaded with 3.8 million in cash.
Suddenly, bullets pelt the back of the SUV.
A black motorcycle is speeding behind us, firing off rounds into my truck.
Roc tries to outrun the bike, but let’s face it, a Tahoe is good for many things, but speed isn’t one.
Ghost leans out the side of the truck to fire off a round.
The bike falls back, getting behind us again.
“Fuck, I can’t get him from here,” Ghost shouts. I turn around with my gun drawn, ready to light his ass up, and rounds go off again.
“Stay down, Saint,” Roc shouts. He tries to slam on the brakes to jam the biker up, but the muthafucker is quick. He speeds off around us. Holding his gun to the side, he fires three shots into my passenger window. It’s clear as fuck this bitch is aiming for me.
“Shit, I’m hit,” Ghost says. I go to sit up again.
“Down,” Roc roars as bullets whiz by my fucking head and out the other back window. Roc tries to ram the bike on the side, but again the bike is quick on the recovery. Just then, the roar of another motorcycle is heard.
“Who the fuck is that?” Ghost shouts as a similar bike to the one shooting at us comes up on the other side.
I spot the gun as he pulls it out. Before he can pull the trigger, a black Charger rides by and lights his ass up.
The bike flips over on itself, tossing the rider to the ground.
The other biker falls back and tries to aim at Kingston in his Charger.
However, Rome comes out of nowhere, passing by us and putting two in the biker’s chest. The bike runs off the road and crashes into the dirt.
Thiago’s big ass F-150 pulls up and stops in the middle of the road.
The front of his truck is fucked up like he ran into something.
Roc pulls over. I quickly jump out of the back seat and make my way over to Ghost’s side.
I yank the door open, and my second in command slumps slightly over. His arm is bleeding heavily.
“Talk to me, Ghost.” I apply pressure to his shoulder.
“Hurts like a bitch, but I’m good.”
Axel pulls his bike up behind me and climbs off. “Your men handled the two cars with them. We took care of the other three bikers.”
Thiago, Rome, and Kingston join us.
“Seven bikes and two cars full. Somebody wants your head.” Thiago points out.
“Keep pressure here,” I direct Axel. He takes my place, applying pressure to Ghost’s arm.
Pulling my piece out, I storm over to the biker that shot Ghost. He’s crawling away from his bike.
Using my foot, I kick him over. He’d already removed his helmet.
I didn’t recognize the man, but I didn’t expect to.
Anybody with half a fucking brain wouldn’t send someone after me that could so easily be traced back to them.
Aiming my gun at his head, I snarl, “Who the fuck sent you?”
The guy coughs up blood. Rome put a bullet in his chest. The man isn’t dead, but he will be soon.
“Fuck….you….” he spits out.
A bullet to the center of his forehead sent him to hell’s doorstep.
He would not last long enough to torture the information out of him.
Replacing my gun in my holster, I check the biker’s pockets.
I find a phone. It’s a flip phone, which lets me know this is a non-traceable disposable phone.
I dial the last and only number on the phone.
It rings a few times before it’s picked up.
However, no one speaks. Only the sound of breathing.
“You missed, muthafucker,” I growl into the silence of the phone.
Immediately it clicks, letting me know they hung up. I doubt there will be anything Maseo can get off this phone, but I still pocket it to give to him.
“You straight?” Kingston asks, walking up behind me.
“Yeah?” I turn to face him.
“He talk?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I nod as I follow him back to the convoy of cars. I said my goodbyes to the others before Roc took us to the warehouse where Doc was waiting to check on Ghost.
It was near four in the morning when I walked back into my house. I was covered in blood and fucking exhausted. I went into the connected bathroom in my office to shower. I didn’t want Tiffany to wake up and see me.
Ghost took a bullet in the upper arm near his pecs. He’ll be in a sling for a while, but he will survive. I was more pissed that a fucker tried to come for me tonight. It was clear as fucking day I was the target of that attack.
Walking out of the bathroom and back into my office, with a towel around my waist and one in my hand drying my hair, I startled when I spot the person standing in my office.
“Evelyn, is everything alright?”
She’s in a silk black robe. Her face is done up in makeup, and her hair is tucked behind her ear.
“Yes,” she says. “I was up getting something to drink when I noticed you coming in. Is everything alright?” She looks over my bare chest. Her eyes linger on my towel. I shake off the unease.
“Yeah. I’m good. Just showering before I head off to bed.”
I walk over to the sofa in my office where I laid my boxer briefs. I wait for her to leave so I can get dressed and climb into bed behind my wife. However, she doesn’t move.
“You look stressed,” she finally says.
“As I said, I’m good.” I’m trying my best to keep my composure and not disrespect my wife’s mother.
She still makes no move to leave. She looks down at her hands. “One thing about young wives, they never quite know how to read their husbands. My daughter is still young. She has a lot to learn about being a wife to a billionaire.”
I wasn’t sure where the fuck she was going with this. But I was too tired to think straight. I toss the wet towel I was using to dry my hair onto the back of my couch. My head was turned away from her for only a few seconds. When I turn back, Evelyn is standing in front of me.
“I’m really good at helping relieve stress,” she purrs.
My brows pinch as I glare down at her. I watch with a delayed response as she runs her hands down my abs. It takes a second for my brain to register what the actual fuck is going on. When she gets to the band of the towel around my waist, I grab her wrist in a tight grip.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
She looks up at me, her mouth open in pain.
“I just wanted to make you feel good. I know Tiffany isn’t taking care of you. Let me please you.” She tries to drop to her knees. I squeeze her wrist tighter. She flinches at the grip.
My anger is not only at what she’s trying to do, but at who she’s betraying. Tiffany had been excited to have her mother back in her life. She felt like they were bonding. I watched my girl smile excitedly at the growth their relationship was experiencing, and now Evelyn did this shit.
I fling her ass away from me. Evelyn goes tumbling to the floor. I have to shut my eyes to fight down the rage I’m feeling. Already the bullshit tonight had me ready to explode; now this has me seeing red. I wanted to snap this bitch’s neck.
“Please,” Evelyn pleads. “I’ll make you forget about her.”
When I open my eyes, she’s back on her feet, her black robe wide open exposing a lacy bra and panty set. Evelyn is a beautiful woman. She looks no older than forty at the most. However, she does nothing for me. Even if she were my age, her body wouldn’t move me.
“Close your fucking robe.”
She quickly ties the belt of her robe, cutting off my view of her body.
“I…. I’m sorry,” she says, apologizing. “I thought…”
“You thought what?” I snarl. “You thought you would convince me to betray my wife for your antique ass pussy?”
Her mouth opens and then closes.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think I am, but you are mistaken. The only reason I don’t blow your got damn brains out is because you’re the mother to the woman I love more than my own life. The daughter you’re in my office trying to betray is the only reason you’re not dead right now.”
I try to breathe to calm down the rage boiling inside me, but all I want to do is strangle this woman until she’s no longer among the living.
How the fuck could she try to hurt Tiffany like that?
How the fuck was she going to face her daughter if I’d taken her up on that dumbass offer?
She thought we were just going to walk through Tiffany’s house fucking behind her back?
The truth would have destroyed my wife. My anger rears up again.
I needed to get out of this house before I murdered her dumbass.
“In order for you to live to see another day, I’m going to get out of here. Before I come back home tomorrow, I want you the fuck out of my house.”
She looks startled. “What do I tell Tiffany? She’s—”
She stops speaking and takes a step back when I move toward her. My hands fist at my side, but I refrain from wrapping them around her throat.
“Figure it out, but don’t you dare ruin the last two months for her.” Evelyn looks terrified. She should be. “Now get the fuck out of my face.”
She scurries out of my office as if she knew her life depended on it. I stand in the middle of the floor, breathing slowly, trying to get my heart rate to slow. Every time I think of the way my wife would be disappointed if she found this out, it sends me back into that rage again.
What if Tiffany would’ve walked in on this and got the wrong impression? I swear I would have ripped Evelyn’s fucking spine out her back. I manage to tame the anger boiling inside me. Quickly, I dress and get to my bedroom.
Tiffany is fast asleep under the covers.
I pull the blankets back and climb into bed.
With my hands behind my head, I stare up at the dark ceiling.
Her warm body presses into me. She throws one leg over my leg, an arm over my chest, and her head on my arm.
I turn my head and place a kiss on her forehead.
She’s back to sleep as if she never woke. I continue to stare at the ceiling, anger keeping my mind racing. An hour later, I climb out the bed and head to the office. I needed to be out of the house before anyone woke up.