Chapter 13 Cobalt #2
I turn to look at him to see he’s intently watching the interaction between the two men.
I think to myself, fuck it. Without a word I shoulder bump into Psycho, indicating I want him to follow me, and we make our way to Incubus.
The men instantly shut up and look our way.
I raise one eyebrow, which silently tells my brother to spill what the hell is going on.
He drops his head forward for a split second, then leans over whispering—yeah, shit, whispers in the other dude’s ear.
He nods and immediately walks away. Psycho can’t hold it in, which is normal for him, so I let him loose.
“Jesus, Incubus, what the fuck is that? Thought you hated all the Italians for, well, ya know why. You seemed pretty chummy with that particular one.”
I can tell Incubus is gettin’ pissed but at this point I don’t give a rat’s ass.
Shit is going down all around our club and by no fault of ours, for a change.
Julie is hiding in a bunker in my closet floor, while her brother Stash is underground in Incubus’s wet room in the clubhouse.
Both places are comfortable, but I’m sure the siblings aren’t liking their accommodations at all.
I lean back, cross my arms over my chest, and wait.
My brother doesn’t make me hang there too long before he motions for us to step outside, so Psycho and I follow him.
When we are standing next to the bench out in front, he immediately starts explaining.
“Fuck, Cobalt, not sure what to do. Ya know I hate all those motherfuckers, but Salvatore is the one whose head I want to physically saw off and piss down his throat. Saying that, there’s a little tidbit I know about those two that many don’t know.
Dino and I have gotten, well, we talk whenever we see each other.
He hates the job he’s doin’; and he’s got a family on the way so I’ve been tryin’ to figure out a way to help the dude out.
When he told me what he knew I put it away for a rainy day and, brothers, that day is now. ”
He runs his hands through his hair then continues, and what he says next almost knocks me on my ass.
“Okay, well, Tony was warned by the powers that be that Salvatore was hands off. And it was explained that it didn’t matter what he ordered done to anyone, including Salvatore and his crew, Tony was not to touch him.
Well, obviously the stubborn stupid bastard didn’t listen and I’m on the fence, not sure if I should make the phone call to the top guy or let shit fall where it will.
If I don’t do that, we all know Tony is eventually gonna kill Salvatore.
No matter how much that son of a bitch gets under my skin, I mean, Salvatore is my main goal.
And anywhere and anytime I can piss Tony off is a better day for me.
Cobalt, what should I do, brother? Need some guidance. ”
Before I can even open my mouth, Psycho gives his two, well, more like eight cents.
“Damn it, Incubus, never thought you’d have a heart.
After Salvatore and Tony’s betrayal, I, personally, whenever I’d get the chance, I’d burn their goddamn asses.
Both of them jagoffs deserves to either be put to ground or for Salvatore especially, go into general pop so he can see what all of his actions feel like deeply.
Though that’s my opinion, so take it for what it’s worth. ”
I see a new respect in my enforcer’s eyes when he looks at our VP.
Psycho doesn’t look away and, without a single word, the two brothers seem to come to a silent agreement.
I watch Incubus pull his phone out and scroll, looking for a specific number.
I can tell when he finds it because he hits the button then puts the phone to his ear.
His eyes get wide and he pulls the phone from his ear, and I can hear someone screaming in another language.
Incubus waits until they are done then replies back at what, I’m assuming, is the same language.
Both Psycho and I stare at our brother, shocked as all fuckin’ hell.
When did this bastard learn Italian? is my thought, but hey, what Incubus does on his own time is his business, just like what I do is mine.
As I wait for him to finish his call, I’m startin’ to get antsy because I need to check on Tony, then move Julie and her brother Stash. So lost in my own thoughts my head jerks up when my brother calls my name.
“Shit, Incubus, my mind is going in about a hundred different directions. So what ya gonna do?”
“Good thing for our club, I seem to have an in with the main boss. Gino asked politely if we could make sure Salvatore is alive when he gets here. Turns out our boy Salvatore is married to one of Gino’s nieces.
Get this, they have kids, a home in a gated community, and even two dogs and a goddamn cat.
For our assistance with this situation, Gino will allow us to break free from the arrangement we have with the Mob, unless they need our particular skills here or there.
I told him that conversation is above my club title and he’d have to have a conversation with you and Psycho.
He is sending two teams to come out here so one can grab Salvatore and if any of his soldiers are alive.
The second team will be handling the situation with Tony.
Gino is going to pay the club five hundred thousand dollars to use the crematory for disposal purposes.
If ya don’t want that, explain it to his teams when they get here.
I gotta get my ass back in there and try to save fuckin’ Salvatore’s ass.
That thought makes me want to puke. The shit I do for this club. ”
With that Incubus moves like lightning and I’m left wondering if this kettle we are jumping into will be better than the pot we’re crawling out of?