Chapter 12
BLAIZE
Sterling Heights was nothing compared to Westhaven or Bellevue, even if the residents thought they were gods.
They failed to realize I owned them and the port where they got their fancy drugs that fueled them.
Any moment, I could blow up the bridge that got them out of this shithole.
If Carlos tested me, he would pay dearly for sending those two to my town.
The Scorpions’ hideout was under the bridge connecting Bellevue and Sterling Heights, covered by the rocky seashore. I turned off my bike and walked to the front, kicking the door in. I knew they could shoot me, but they wouldn’t dare pull the trigger once they saw who the fuck I was.
“Put the fucking gun down!” Carlos screamed like a madman as he rushed to me. “Blaize! What? I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I figured as much, considering two of your men were in my town last night and attacked a girl.”
He grimaced. “No, no. My boys know not to touch women without consent.”
“The girl that’s knocked out in my infirmary says otherwise, and the two dead bodies rotting in the Pacific that had your scorpion behind their ears.”
“Dios mío. Where the hell is Anthony and Diego?”
No one moved or mentioned anything, so I knew exactly where they were. “Seems like those two are shark bait. Now, tell me why they said raping that girl and bringing the leader her panties would make them an official Scorpion?”
“Blaize, I wouldn’t. Our initiation is a beating, not rape.”
“You have a traitor. The little one said there was a new leader. So, who the fuck is trying to undermine me?” Everyone went silent, looking around the room. “We can do it the easy way, or I can just kill everyone in this room like I did with the Vandals. We don’t want that now, do we?”
“Santiago!” someone screamed in the back, and once the name fell from their lips, someone scrambled and tried to run, but I cocked my gun and fired. He screamed like a bitch and fell to the ground, crying.
I walked through the parted crowd and saw Santiago clutching his thigh. My aim was still on point. “Hello, Santiago.”
“Fuck off, you cunt.”
I laughed, and using the heel of my boot I dug into the fresh gunshot wound. “I’ll find your pretty wife and fuck her like a dirty whore. How many times do you think she’ll scream my name before I tell her I put a bullet through your skull?”
“Don’t fucking touch her,” he seethed. “You’re not a man. You can’t lead us.”
“Baby, I’ve been doing this for years. You listen to me.
” I looked around and saw the men watching in awe.
They hadn’t personally seen me kill anyone.
I lifted my gun, cocking it. “I prefer knives and slitting throats while watching you bleed out, but this will get the message across.” I shot him in the head, his head bouncing off the tile floor.
“Let this be a fucking lesson. I will always find out who is betraying me and my territories. I have a pussy that you can’t touch; get over it unless you want to meet the same fate as your friend here. ”
I moved back to Carlos, leaving some of the men stunned as two got rid of Santiago’s body. “I didn’t know, Blaize.”
“I believe you, but you better keep your men under control. You know how I feel about non-consensual sex work and men raping women and kids in my territories. He might've pulled that shit, but I don’t allow it. The price of someone who can't keep it in their pants is death.”
“I know. It’s not my forte. I can’t help that some of my men are pussies and can't get a warm cunt without force. I’ll keep them in line.”
I glared at him. “You better, or the territories won’t even remember who the Scorpions were. If I find out anyone else is going against me, it won’t be pretty. Regardless if you know or not.” He gulped, but nodded his head in agreement.
I left the Scorpions’ hideout and made my way back to my car. Everyone knew who I was, even if it was the first time they’d seen my face in their pitiful lives. Blaize Matthews was a name to be terrified of. I would protect my kingdom and my legacy by any means necessary.
I preferred more tortuous methods for people who betrayed me.
I liked knives; they’re quiet and hurt a lot more.
The torture could go on longer. I knew firsthand how bad being cut thigh to chest burned, the feeling of hopelessness waiting for death to greet you, but it wouldn’t kill you.
It added psychological torment to the mix, a feeling of melancholy and despair as death knocked on the door, but never came.
Hawke found me before that bastard could kill me.
He should’ve slit my throat when he had the chance, and he’d still be king of this territory.
Before I took over after that night, Elijah had shipments of trafficked girls coming and going from the port.
I didn’t know how many I saved before he got wind of it.
He didn’t like a woman fucking with his profits, but I didn’t like men hurting innocent people.
After I killed that bastard, I ended his little sex ring.
The only sex work allowed was the hotels where the women and men consensually agreed to sleep with clients, and if anyone decided otherwise, they died painfully.
This girl was going to be a problem.
I wanted to know how she got to my town and stayed here for two weeks.
Ricky was useless and probably wanted to use her pussy as a repayment for giving her a job.
Men thought women were disposable. In reality, men were the ones who were useless in everything.
All they knew how to do was create chaos.
It sounds like she was na?ve and jumped at the first opportunity, but it could also be a trap. This girl got to Westhaven, and I now had the FBI poking around. I didn’t believe in coincidences—her wound and fever. I would figure out who she was and why she decided to poke around my town.