Chapter 53
BLAIZE
Embers of orange and red lit up the night sky as our drug shipment burned to nothing. Thousands of dollars’ worth of cocaine—gone in an instant. I didn’t understand who the fuck kept messing with my shit.
The dirt I had on the police captain prevented this little unfortunate incident from going to the DEA, and instead was written off as an accidental explosion instead of the obvious arson.
I didn’t need the feds attempting a drug bust in my club and scaring my customers, when the strongest thing in there was Everclear.
I could get away with murder if I needed to kill someone.
Killing federal agents sounded easy enough; unfortunately, the repercussions of doing so wouldn't be pretty. If I was tired of one poking around, I wouldn’t enjoy a SWAT team.
I did unfortunately need the police’s help since someone was obviously out to destroy me.
Kala crossed her arms as she talked to Hawke, gathering any information he might know, before she turned her attention to me. “This has to be the fallout from what you did five years ago.”
“No shit,” I barked, biting back harsher words. The two of us have always butted heads, and I was sure she was pissed that I wouldn’t fuck her again. She caught feelings when I told her I was using her to mend my broken heart.
She rolled her eyes. “You are the one who murdered Elijah West in cold blood, not me.”
“I did what you should have, Kala. Stop being an obsessive bitch and do your fucking job by finding out who the fuck is torching my shit.”
She grumbled, uncrossing her arms and pulling out her notepad.
Obsessive woman really were not my fucking type.
Touching her was a lapse of judgment. One drunken mistake while mourning my dead wife.
Turned out the bitch was a pain slut, and I dished out everything that she loved, causing her to want more.
Her body only quivered from maybe two orgasms, but I let my rage out on her milky white skin, turning it a dark red, marred with welts from my flogger.
I couldn’t even remember if I did aftercare or not with her since that night didn’t exist to me anymore.
“We’ll keep an undercover here to patrol at night and report any suspicious activity to Hawke.”
“Sounds good.” Kala stormed off, leaving a trail of smoke behind her, and Hawke looked at me smirking.
“You love the crazies, don’t you?”
“Leave me alone, Hawke. That was a mistake.”
“It seems you made another one of those mistakes.” I glared at him.
“I’m going to fucking kill Hunter.”
“She didn’t tell me. I saw the way you and Kadence interacted. I knew it would happen. Besides, if you didn’t want people to know, you shouldn’t have had your fingers buried in her cunt in front of God and everybody.”
“I am five seconds away from putting my dagger into your penis, Hawke. I fucked up. It won’t be happening again. Pussy is a distraction. Kadence is a distraction. I want her gone.”
“Kadence is a sweet kid, runnin’ from her past. I don’t think she’s worried ‘bout destroying you.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you’d tell me why she left New York and came here, maybe we wouldn’t have this goddamn issue.”
“Not my place to go talkin’ ‘bout other people's issues.”
This man was six foot seven, covered in tattoos, but I was ready to deck his fucking jaw for being an annoying sack of shit and defying me.
However, he was one of the only people I trusted, especially right now when everything was balancing on cracking eggshells.
He was testing me, and it was getting on my nerves.
I couldn’t help but think back to five years ago. Everything that was happening screamed what I did to Elijah before the bastard captured me for sport. The lost drug shipment, the torched prostitution ring. It was an echo of what I did before I killed him.
My nerves were shot, and I didn’t think any amount of booze or meaningless sex would stop it.
I wasn’t scared for myself. I’d made my bed and I was ready to lie in it.
I was concerned for my girls and the men in my motorcycle club.
I didn’t think Hell’s Reapers could survive if I was dead.
Westhaven would drown in fire from retaliation.
“This is the ghost of Elijah coming back to haunt me.”
He accepted the topic change. “This is some punk trying to rile you up. It’s a fear tactic, but little does this fucker know, Blaize Matthews isn’t scared of anyone, not even the good Lord.”
“I don’t want to deal with your jokes, Hawke. I watched life leave his eyes just like I did with Olivia. He is dead. Even if by some miracle that bullet missed, the fired that engulfed his body finished the fucking job.”
That night was a blur in general sense. I was unhinged, fueled on rage and grief with a bleeding wound I didn’t even feel until the adrenaline died.
I killed fifteen men with Hawke’s help, and while he dealt with the fallout of that, I found Elijah waiting for me with a smug look on his face.
The look in his eyes was soulless and unremorseful.
I should have drawn out his torture. Made him beg for mercy before finally killing him, but I wanted him dead.
I wanted every part of Elijah West out of this town, his memory only remembered by the fiery blaze that destroyed the Vandals.
A bullet to the skull sufficed, while his body burned with his sick operations.
He couldn’t have survived. His brains were splattered across the wall, and I made sure his body was covered in flames before leaving him to burn.
Once I took total control, I made it clear that anyone practicing Elijah West’s ways in my territories would meet the same fate, and no one has had an issue since.
If I found out it was one of these smaller gangs trying to pull a fast one on me, they would die.
Just like Santiago died when he sent those two punks to my town to rape Kadence.
“I know, boss. We will figure this out.”
“I want you at Hades every night until we catch this bastard. I don’t know if they will go after any of the girls, but I don’t need them getting hurt.” He nodded. “When is the next shipment supposed to be in?”
Hawke pulled out his phone, scrolling before he looked back at me. “Four days.”
“Make sure we have extra manpower when that shipment is due. I’m going to have to deal with some pissed off gang leaders with a limited supply of drugs. I need to call Cinder and see if she can supply me with anything to help.”
“I’ll inform the boys in the morning. Y’know we do anything for them girls, boss.”
I left him with the remnants of the destroyed shipment as I walked back to my motorcycle.
I wanted to find this person and show him exactly what happened when you tried to bring a dead man back from the grave.
Whoever this fucker was wanted to be Elijah West, so he could suffer the same fiery death he did.
I needed to let out this rage before it bubbled over the edge, and I did something rash. Olivia always said I never had the best instincts when my mind wasn’t clear, and she was right.